Recommendation: VECTORS OF AUTISM – Eye-opening film about the feelings and perceptions of Laura, an autistic adult.

I just still can’t believe that this occurred.
Yes, autistics have feelings. Strong feelings.
And autistics have personal potential for themselves.
Life-worthy and loveable.
We don’t deserve genocide.
We deserve happiness.
I feel one hundred percent taken up and released back into freedom.
Thank you, Laura! A trillionbillion times!
‘Cause times are changing. 😉

The link to her site:

http://www.lauranagle.net/Film.htm

here’s the direct link to the film:

http://www.cultureunplugged.com/documentary/watch-online/play/50992/Vectors-of-Autism–a-documentary-about-Laura-Nagle

As I was born and found a fascist world #AutismIsNotACrime (by Ruuby May Blue)

The time when I was born held lots of opportunities to look forward to.
As I, in the age of two, came to a care-mothers house, I faced that these opportunities didn’t hold very caring, but brutal and superior supervisors for me.
They did not want to even know about my autism. So they didn’t.

When I entered school, I faced that teachers weren’t very ambitioned to teach but compel or just pass over me.
School mates weren’t making friends or supporting but treating me like ‘the alien’, a thing that would immediately pull a lasergun or start using psi-force on them. Their parents did not give a flip about if I was interested in them or not and finally I’ve got used to being a victim of constant bullies, deprivation or physical attacks.

As I entered to highschool it got worse.
A constant torture through teachers, pupils and at least…
..my own family.

Why? I talked, moved and looked different from them,
I did not shout, did not fight, I loved ‘unloveable things’ and smiled insecurely or turned my eyes down.

The day I started my vocational training – the same.
But I learned.
I forced myself to lift my gaze and
interact the way the others did.
But this time I was old enough to make this my decision.

Today I have two friends, I know over a long period of time and I do –
somedays good, somedays bad to cope with my environment.
I even work hard on a relationship to make it a real partnership with a balanced giving and taking.
All this, because I feel it can be very rewarding and I really do feel love for these people.

I don’t hold a gun in my closet, waiting for payment day.
I don’t even really have a feeling of wishing someone bad who hurted me.
Revenge is one unlogical nonsense to me, that isn’t rewarding in any way.

And I don’t feel like proving this to anyone either. The press puts autistics under a kind of pressure to do so.

Now I am here. After so many years of being denied, mistreated and violated.

Now I am here and all over the world there’s a misconception spread by uninformed, uninvolved journalists who teach the people to fear and hate me.
The Asperger autistic they don’t know.
“Aspergers seem to live in a self-centered and almost fascist world”, they say.

Oh! It never crossed my mind, that I bullied, denied, ignored, robbed and raped myself for thirty years.
Why the heck do I still care for others, if it’s just me – in a vacuum?

Yesterday the European elections took place. Well now, I must come to the conclusion, that it must have only been Aspergers voting Aspergers into the new fascist parliament.
Maybe this is our only way to get attention of the rest of fascists instead of pulling the trigger 24/7. (Gets exhausting at times.)
But maybe, too, you’d do better to watch the Elliott Rogers inside yourself(?)

This is how easy people are.
(Who ARE these folks, reading and believing this bullshit away from the spot, never questioning these journalists credibility?)
This is how simple their minds are made.
This is how they make the world.
This fascist.
This brutal.
This self-glorifying.

It’s not a crime, being Asperger autistic. But it now definately means
becoming criminalized.

 “The Ark Of Autism” (by Ruuby May Blue) Expressions of PosAutivity: #AutismPositivity2014″

In these times of ‘Autism Speaks’s’ disgraceful messaging, tortureful ‘behavoural therapy’ methods, investigations in ‘how to prevent a part of human kind from living’ and money raising organizations, making a market out of our neurology, treating humans as objects, it is hard at some days to make a positive statement as an autistic person.

In my personal case, -things should start with being personal-, there is a benefit, that makes me see the beauty above, even in the darkest depths.
It’s a collection.
An archive of what I call ‘the little enlightening’, which forms a constant ‘well of life’.
Nobody can take that from me.

I have my renunciations, but I still feel privileged.
My ark is a manifested source in the nature of things.
And no matter what,
human societies can’t take the most tiny moth away, no matter how many forrests they will burn or how much torture they’ll bring to me.

I won’t save the moths, the daisies and seashells for me alone.
I will keep them for my tormentors too.

Maybe once, there will come a time, when their descendants need the remembrance of all the creatures their fathers and mothers have wiped away.

I don’t need no researcher to show me the figment of my genes.
I can see them.
I can feel them.
They aren’t stale.
They are physical, changeable and vital.
And they have their own memories.
And they aren’t just genes.

They will preserve the golden core of life essence.
They are our communication.

Therefore,
as we all keep this in us and pass it from being to being,
we no longer need to fear.
Until the day we will be extinguished from this earth, there will always be conciousness and awareness enough.

What remains for all of us to do,
is to learn.

Ruuby May.

This awkward message was brought to you by Asperger Autism. 😉

Where they’ve gone (for #lovenotfear by Ruuby May Blue)

“Everything is okay, Beth”, they tell her.
“Look at all the things you’ve got!”, they tell her.
Beth is a 24 years old Kanner autistic woman, who loves coffee, Michael Jackson and painting flowers all day. She works in an art and handcrafting studio for disabled people and likes it a lot.
But when the clock turns 3 pm, her face gets a different expression. She says: “I’m gonna miss you.”
“I’m gonna come see you again, Beth.”, I answer.
“But I am always alone.”
I know. I am autistic myself. There can be great people around you, they’ll always try to support a disability instead of you, the autistic. They get, that you have needs that differ from their own. And those are so exhausting and impossible to cover up. So they’d forget about understanding them.
But they’d never get the point to support you, like a friend, a daughter, or a partner and let you experience the same understanding. Because thinking in different patterns and using the heart to listen, ain’t an option.
Their exhaustion places on top of the communications agenda they note for you.
And so you’ll be left with those halfly hearted words.
“But it’s not true; you’re not alone.”
“But your xyz loves you!”
No. They don’t love me. They love me in their minds. They love me in a fairytale.
But the love you experience in your everyday life is a privilege, I will never get.

And so Beth comes to work, starting to cry.
“My mom has so much things to do,
my mom can’t help me either.”
Her mom has so much things to do since years. She did not visit the studio in between a time period of two years.
She came to see two exhibitions of her daughter, telling the people stupid nonsense about autism (don’t know the heck where she catched it…Autism Speaks?). The rest of the time she spends to sooth Beth’s anger about sitting home alone every single afternoon, stimming time away, and it turns to depression.

Will they ever understand?
No.
Let’s face the truth, they will always see disablity and forget about getting to know the person, learning, talking to you…
They will stop explaining things, once they failed.
They will touch you like a piece of wood and wonder about your stimming or your overload over and over again.
They will stop interacting with you.
They will make you live the curse of a loveless life,
until the day they might get special needs.

But wait…I am wrong! I don’t have a loveless life.
Ironically it’s Beth who gives me the feeling of true love and support. For some little moments in a long life time, I finally feel completely seen and taken and loved as and for the person I am.

She does not need to say “I love you.” She does.
And that’s what makes her a part of my life.
Parents, friends, partners…they passed me running in anxcious cry for help.
Now I grew up without them.
Now I let them run.