It’s All Fiction

there's not a single nonchalant bone in my body. i care so much i could literally vomit

do u know what pisses me off? a lot of things where do i start

Going to the doctor as a woman is like oh we diagnose you with die you stupid bitch disease. It’s a mental illness. Take 2 tylenol if you can’t cope. Follow up is in 6 years if you’re still alive

“If autism isn’t caused by environmental factors and is natural why didn’t we ever see it in the past?”

We did, except it wasn’t called autism it was called “Little Jonathan is a r*tarded halfwit who bangs his head on things and can’t speak so we’re taking him into the middle of the cold dark forest and leaving him there to die.”

Or “little Jonathan doesn’t talk but does a good job herding the sheep, contributes to the community in his own way, and is, all around, a decent guy.” That happened a lot, too, especially before the 19th century.

Or, backing up FURTHER

and lots of people think this very likely,

“Oh little Sionnat has obviously been taken by the fairies and they’ve left us a Changeling Child who knows too much, and asks strange questions, and uses words she shouldn’t know, and watches everything with her big dark eyes, clearly a Fairy Child and not a Human Like Us.”

The Myth of the Changeling child, a human baby apparently replaced at a young age by a toddler who “suddenly” acts “strange and fey” is an almost textbook depiction of autistic children.

To this day, “autism warrior mommies” talk about autism “stealing” their “sweet normal child” and have this idea of “getting their real baby back” which (in the face of modern science)  indicates how the human psyche actually does deal with finding out their kid acts unlike what they expected.

Given this evidence, and how common we now know autism actually is, the Changeling myth is almost definitely the result of people’s confusion at the development of autistic children.

Weirdly enough, that legend is now comforting to me.

I think it’s worth noting that many like me, who are diagnosed with ASD now, would probably have been seen as just a bit odd in centuries past. I’m only a little bit autistic; I can pass for neurotypical for short periods if I work really hard at it. I have a lack of talent in social situations, and I’m prone to sensory overload or you might notice me stimming.

But here’s the thing: life is louder, brighter and more intense and confusing than it has ever been. I live on the edge of London and I rarely go into the centre of town because it’s too overwhelming. If I went back in time and lived on a farm somewhere, would anyone even notice there was anything odd about me? No police sirens, no crowded streets that go on for miles and miles, no flickery electric lights. Working on a farm has a clear routine. I’d be a badass at spinning cloth or churning butter because I find endless repetition soothing rather than boring.

I’m not trying to romanticise the past because I know it was hard, dirty work with a constant risk of premature death. I don’t actually want to be a 16th century farmer! What I’m saying is that disability exists in the context of the environment. Our environment isn’t making people autistic in the sense of some chemical causing brain damage. But we have created a modern environment which is hostile to autistic people in many ways, which effectively makes us more disabled. When you make people more disabled, you start to see more people struggling, failing at school because they’re overwhelmed, freaking out at the sound of electric hand dryers and so on. And suddenly it looks like there’s millions more autistic people than existed before.

“…disability exists in the context of the environment.”

Reblog for disability commentary.

That last paragraph is absolutely important.

“How come nobody ever heard of ‘dyslexia’ until widespread literacy became a thing?”

That dyslexia comment is genius

Interestingly, Dyslexia is less common in non-english speaking countries. And almost unheard of in countries that use some sort of pictograms for lettering (e.g. Chinese and Japanese).

A reminder that I was in Minneapolis last summer and found a Dutch painting from the 1600s containing a boy with Down syndrome.

Disabled people have always been here and have always been part of our communities. It’s just we have words to describe who we are now.

removing distractions isn't enough anymore, I need to be sent to the seaside like a sickly victorian woman in order to get some writing done

I wish I was special..

(But I’ve scrolled this far down into your blog

and now I’m reblogging so you’re going to know that I had NOTHING BETTER to do than spend 20 minutes on one blog

when YOU as a Hot chick probably have a new message every 5-10 seconds

So in order to try and stand out I write this really long post so by now I’m sure you’re thinking)…

Award for best use of one of my gifs goes tooooo 😂