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. ūüėČ

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

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BLOG: WHY EMPATHY IS A DO-WORD! (by Ruuby May Blue)

A woman with a little baby in a baby carriage.

Takes seat with her mother in an outside restaurant.

They start chatting.

I start eating my meal.

Another woman takes seat with her son close to the carriage.

She sits, touching it with her back.

She lights a cigarette.

The smoke streams into the pram.

Streams and streams and streams.

The mother watches.

I am suffocating. Can’t speak. Can’t scream. The meal stuck in my throat.

The cigarette-woman has smoked almost all of it. Into the baby’s lungs.

Finally the mother gets up, turning the pram around.

The smoker squints over her shoulder and it almost looks a little snooty.

I don’t know, if I get the situation here.

Everyone saw the smoke floating into the baby’s face. The talk was more important, the food was more important, the sitting place was more important and the cigarette was more important; more important than a baby, who could not do anything about it.

And I am just the autistic. I do not have a clue. Because I am less empathic.

 

 

Summer season started. People are celebrating at warm evenings.

They are inviting guests to their homes.

They arrive after work, around eight o’clock p.m. .

In the middle of the week.

They start chatting.

Laughing.

Louder.

Louder!

They turn the music louder, otherwise they won’t hear it, because of the loud talking.

They now shout, because otherwise they won’t understand each other, for the music has concert volume.

Someone closes the window with a bam!

Someone opens a window and angrily yells: “Hello?!”, then closes the window.

I also renounce the fresh air while sleeping.

Sleeping? Gosh, it’s 1:00 a.m. and I am not sleeping. Tomorrow’s friday and I’ll have to do some hard tasks, like going to strange places, talking to strange people, hoping my selective mutism wouldn’t catch me, which mutes me off now, in front of my neighbor.

The child above my appartment woke up too, now rumbles sleepless across the floor.

2:00 a.m., the party’s still going.

House rules, house rules….it echoes in my head. My heart beats fast, so full of anger, until I finally fall asleep.

Four days a week on average it goes like this.

It is normal, that the rest needy pay for the fun of a majority.

I don’t know, if I got the situation here.

 But I am just the autistic. I do not have a clue. Because I am less empathic.

I just think, empathy ain’t worth anything without¬†active participation.

 

¬†‚ÄúThe Ark Of Autism” (by Ruuby May Blue) Expressions of PosAutivity: #AutismPositivity2014‚Ä≥

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. ūüėČ

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.

URGENT: STOP THE EPIDEMIC OF CAA! #stopcombatingme (blueprint by Ruuby May Blue)

Did you know about the COMBATING AUTISM ACT?
THOMAS INSEL founded a NIH funded Autism Center to investigate oxytocin and vasopressin as potential treatments for autism.
He sees autism as a disorder of social behavior.
NIMH became a leader in global mental health, working closely with the World Health Organization and the Global Alliance for Chronic Disease.

With the billions of amounts which are used there, in the so-called WAR ON AUTISM, of course also opponents of the union come to speak.
It is believed that there are shady dealings running, the money is not used as what it was intended.
And so, there is an image created in the general public, that there are already enough votes against this form of research, and for autism.
Far from it!
These dissenting votes only speak against the wastage of money in place of a possible timely and effective destruction of autism by vaccine development. They want to even drive the progress.
Are they under pressure from the public?
Is there really this wide mass, which calls for the eradication of disabled people?
Or are we delivered a delusion here?
A delusion of individual career climbers, mergers of the establishment?
And what role does the U.S. government play here once again?
Once again that many questions.
I guess, deep inside, we all know the answers.
Once again, autistic voices are turned off.
Once again, the billionaires do with human genetics what they think is right, without including the rest of humanity.
In search of their superhuman.
A perfect individual, which is no longer an individual by nature.
When in the future the children will ask their parents about their origin…
what will These parents answer? How will their questions be answered then about the difference of people?
They might not even get any kind of education regarding ‘otherness’.
I believe, that parents who want to change their childs genes don’t WANT otherness to exist.

Do you?
I do.
But as long as we use the services of these researches, they will continue to split the world in rulers and test objects.
So there will never be a natural and accepting togetherness with all people.

Here’s what you can do:
http://autisticadvocacy.org/2014/03/stopcombatingme/

AND FOLLOW #STOPCOMBATINGME ON TWITTER

The lack that locks #lovenotfear (blog2 by Ruuby May Blue)

The thing with being kind of ‘locked in’, has brought me many sleepless nights, wondering why this comes with being autistic. Even those on the spectrum, who have a detailed verbal expression are reporting about this ‘phenomenon’.

It might be a part of the daydreamy character of an autistic person,
it’s a following fact of ‘stimming away’,
it’s the fullness of information, that brings sensory overload, so that our eyes kind of drift away from substancial surface.

But today I see the whole mixture of facts, that lead to being cut off the rest of the world.
What was missing was THE REST OF THE WORLD.

And we see it very strongly in the media today, in the actions and reactions of our surrounding people, that there is a lack. There’s a lack of direct questioning.
A lack of will to understand.
A lack of understanding what ableism is, who does it and what it causes in the result.
A lack of willingness to overcome old patterns.
As we all know, these are common and natural problems of human kind. We should not be too bitter about it.

We should be bitter about that there’s a lack of love.

That people prefer to rely on scientific principles, than to focus on themselves and the connection of love to their fellows.
My opinion is: People should practice, perceive themselves.
Then this will be a better planet.

Maybe this is what autistic people can teach them.
Maybe.