Neurodiversity lite, or assimilationist plus?

CW: use of functioning labels to “call in” exclusions of less visible forms of functioning hierarchies, patronizing mainstream media “autism think pieces”

https://rewire.news/article/2018/02/09/siri-love-problem-neurodiversity-lite/

https://www.tumblr.com/sherlocksflataffect/121295972384/psa-from-the-actual-coiner-of-neurodivergent

http://highlysensitiveperson.net/hsp-autism-aspergers/

Preface: I am *NOT* advocating for anti-neurodiversity here! I am proud to be part of the neurodiversity movement. If you are against us, have a seat.

I’m starting to wonder if the late 1990s was not just a step forward in terms of self-advocacy, but also a partial setback, despite best intentions. There’s a way of looking at neurodiversity that emerged as being “differently abled”, which is not everybody on the spectrum’s experience. Some of us *are* disabled. It’s like people are missing the “crip liberation” component of self-advocacy. It’s also true that the press has been very condescending and dismissive (even when being disparagingly pro-neurodiversity ), some of which has spilled over into our familial relations. In contrast, I had a close friend tell me that I was “sensitive” somewhere back in the 90s, and referenced HSP as “something that’s a thing now”. It was basically the opposite of what Astrid’s dad did – asserting something as being good, while also not factoring in autistic traits and life experiences. It was an honest mistake, and I don’t blame her for trying to help, but it probably delayed me seeking a diagnosis.

It can also mean that only the most “shiny”, “maps to high functioning”, “personality typed” of us get a seat…well, not at the table as much as under it, but still. Saying “neurodiversity means that we just have different kinds of brains than NTs” can erase how some us have other disabilities, how many of us have co-morbidities, and not all of us are autistic to the same level or degree, including within the same day! That’s definitely not always the intent, but it can have that sort of “impact”, so to speak.

“You’re not including the *real* people with autism!” is the one trump card autism parents, curebies and aspie supremacists have, and they twist that into whatever toxic balloon animal suits their needs on a regular basis, because they have nothing else to base their shitty assertions on – other than “I <3 torture, gaslighting, and copping a patronizing attitude”. This is something we need to be critiquing in our own community, rather than leaving to adversaries. People who get labeled as “low-functioning” *do* get ignored or otherwise not included in community-based needs assessments on a regular basis, as Julia Bascom and Amy Sequenzia have pointed out. From what I can gather as a relative newcomer to the Autistic community, it’s not that people are willfully ignorant, indifferent or ill-intentioned (although that happens too), as much as not always working in consort and solidarity across the spectrum, as autistic liberationists.

I remember all too well what it felt like to be a terrified 10 year old, watching adults trying to decide if I was “enough of a problem” to escalate their attempts to assess and “convert” me (both cisnormatively and neurotypically). Thankfully, that passed (although the aggressing against me, including in physically violent ways, did not). I’ve never been fully accepted in society, even in marginalized spaces. I see similar things happening in the more relatively privileged corners of the neurodiversity movement as well, my gratitude and indebtedness to some of those corners notwithstanding.

I’ve been in activist spaces enough to know how this can wind up. It sounds…familiar. It’s assimilationist, harms the most oppressed members of our community directly, and eventually harms all of us as well. It needs to be replaced with liberation-focused approaches that include all of us. Not just “Nothing about us, without us” — although definitely that as well! — but “All of us or none of us!”, too.

Being “inappropriate”

I am inappropriate on a regular basis, I have been since childhood. Doing this without accidentally pissing people off, or even hurting people at times, takes work. I’ve learned how to work with this so everybody gets their needs met (or stepping away from situations, if that’s the best option available), and not always by masking, either. If anything, I tend to mask among non-autistic friends — masking is a way of saying “I trust you enough to shift gears for your benefit, not mine, and to do emotional labor to be able to talk with you”. If i don’t trust people, I’m definitely not masked. More like *starts yelling* or *goes mute*. It’s sort of like being in a room full of grad students and professors in mathematics, and they keep assuming that because you can write equations on a board, and got a C in Algebra I, that you’re “social peers”, when in fact: you’re lost (or in a format that gets used on the internet sometimes: lost???????????).

My guess is that for non-autistics, the social imperative is so strong/assumed/acculturated, that they just flow right past checking in with the autistic person, and assume “Well, you’re speaking (even if you can’t always speak), so therefore, you’re not *really* autistic. Therefore: what is wrong with you.” Or they just assume you’re neurotypical (NT) without thinking about it. Either way, they’re a blamey bunch of non-autistics.

I’m good at being inappropriate! I do script on a regular basis, though, especially for basic tasks — that can be exhausting as well, so I’m working on eliminating it via curb cuts, or dropping it altogether if possible. I grew up in some sort of early 1970s assessed (both neurologically and queer/transly, from the looks of things) suburban subaltern, and quickly learned that I needed to adapt and find what now are called “curb cuts” if i was going to survive and/or not wind up institutionalized.

Here’s some things I’ve learned that I’d like to share, in case they might help.

BASELINE:

This is important, and gets missed in some of the online conversations about “inappropriate behavior”: it’s ok to prioritize your needs. Read that again. Seriously, it’s OK — if it seems like nobody believes in you, I do. “But I did a horrible thing!” And? Capitalism both teaches, and forces, people to do horrible things. This doesn’t mean do whatever you want, though! More like “feed yourself first, so you can feed others later”.  If the situation is more serious, that’s where transformative justice and harm reduction (if needed) come into play.

PRACTICE:

First and foremost! If you’re confused by something — if it’s safe to ask, do it!

If it’s not safe to ask, make a note of what happened to research later, and get yourself out of the situation. Apologize, if you can.

If someone asks you to stop, stop. If you can’t stop, do your best to walk away, or otherwise end the conversation.

Again, don’t beat yourself up if you made a mistake! We learn from situations, not from abstractions. (You also have a right to be who you are if you don’t know how to learn, or refuse to learn. It may make things more complicated when you deal with other people, though. I’ve found this book to be very helpful, if you’re so inclined.

ACTION:

Stim! This includes aggressive stimming/sensory seeking. It’s possible to redirect self-injurious or “explosive” stimming into aggressive stimming, and with some practice, physically safer forms of one’s sensory diet. Loud, aggressive music works *really* well for me. I flail and stim dance until I’m regulated. I still pace a lot, but I’ve learned to pace and yell when it’s just me, rather than doing so at other people, and not only as my only out until the “pop bottle” explodes. A gentle nudge in a different direction can make all the difference. “But aren’t stims automatic?” Neurologically, probably — but that doesn’t mean you’re devoid of agency, either.

I’ve also regulated my senses visually, both from still images and from film/video. For some reason, really high-contrast, and at times, violent images work for me, especially if it’s so over-the-top that the “sensitive” part of my brain is like “Ha, good one! Human existence is suffering, liberate your desires! Good pun.” (What I can’t handle: realistic or hyper-realistic depictions of violence. I used to watch The Walking Dead, and after a while, it was pretty barftastic to keep up with. I am not fond of being eaten by zombies in white cop-led Hobbesian social horror scenarios that serve as a metaphor for the extended nuclear family under extreme duress. (The same can be said for The Governor or Negan.) Ridiculous, high-contrast, cartoon-like violence? Workable and very useful, in limited doses.

TW: suicide, institutionalization, gaslighting, alt-right, MRAs, abuse

Learn new ways! Look, the rules can be very confusing. Believe me, I know, and it’s fucking ableist how people demand that we understand things “spontaneously”. But it’s possible to learn from the research of other people like us. It’s also possible to get the wrong advice from people with ill intent, and wind up harming someone as a result. So be careful, but thrice-greatest Hermes: don’t beat yourself up! A lot of us (myself included) tend to do that way too much anyway. Research, explore, learn *in whatever way works best for you*. It doesn’t have to be via words or visuals. Learn how you learn, be how you be.

Community Organizing Beyond “Officially Diagnosed”

There needs to be a “misdiagnosed, undiagnosed and suppressed diagnosis” caucus of sorts. This is important at face value, but also because it dovetails into:

– Under-representation of women and trans people

– Under-representation of people of color

– Under-representation of working class and working poor people (because of cost + misdiagnosis)

– Under-representation (and contested representation) of adult autistics in general

This also impacts on the quality of (beneficial) research, as well as the tendency for research to focus on “cures” rather than social accommodation and support across the spectrum.

The lack of beneficial research + scare tactics = the dominant paradigm around autism, especially in the U.S. and parts of Europe (but not the UK, it seems). (Don’t @ me about Brexit, I know.)

This also requires having an org(s) or movement(s) to have a caucus in to begin with, though. There’s community-based orgs — https://www.aane.org/ comes to mind — but they’re few in number.

ASAN is focused on policy and lobbying, AWNBN is focused on support and resources. All of which are incredibly important, but there needs to be more.

As per usual, the “autism advocacy” groups are actively hostile to self-advocates in a lot of cases. There’s people working to rectify that – but they’re few (if not singular) in number.

Meanwhile, “zomg the vaccines!!!” seems to have gotten supplanted with “zomg, school shooters!!!!” and “zomg, neurodiversity is a cult!!!” <- actual things that actual people say, loudly and repeatedly

Our neurodivergent selves are right here. Feel free to talk with us anytime. Meanwhile, there’s a lot of work to do, and this should be part of it, I think. 💪🏽 ✊🏽 ❤️ Onward.

Conflicts

Confession: I stink at community conflicts. For one thing, I overwhelm easy. Not that this keeps me from raising hell – if anything, I’ll go right for the oppression vector and start (metaphorically) swinging at it, even if it’s burning me out. I tend to wind up in polarized positions — I’m good with that, but it also means that the stakes are higher.

Autistic organizing feels different to me than anything I’ve been a part of politically, though. The closest thing I can think of is the trans community, but even that’s a coalitional effort, and while all of us are marginalized (seriously so), some of us are more oppressed than others, in fairly direct ways. The social dynamic seems to map to being completely fucked, a pretty big apologist, or worse – and from there, the usual range of oppression dynamics apply. Women are more disadvantaged than men, people of color are more disadvantaged than white people, poor and working class people (which is most of us) are more disadvantaged than wealthy people. My running “not a joke” joke about not being sure if it’s the 1950s or the 1590s seems more and more apt, the more I learn. There’s a lot of shit going on against us that’s horrible enough that I don’t even know to what degree I should put it on blast; if anything, the message I get back is “That’s so completely horrible, I don’t even know how to process it”. I didn’t, and I’ve been through some heavy shit. So it’s no surprise that things can wind up very, very polarized.

It’s not like other situations I’ve been in, where I was the one pointing out the inconvenient truths that nobody in some group or collective house or affinity group or whatever didn’t want to address — this is like the truths are right there on the table, in some sort of “Sauron? (Y/N)” sort of way. “Well, let’s try to be reasonable and hear all sides” doesn’t carry much weight, nor should it.

The self-check I’m doing here is that I tend to be a polarizing force in a lot of situation; it’s likely part of my neurology, as well as my background. Which, in a room full of people with similar neurologies (and frequently similar tendencies towards very strong views and tendencies to be all in, do or die as mine), could get…contentious. I’m down for it, though. ✊🏽

There are problems here that I’d love nothing more than to avoid, but I’m pushing myself to stay aware and ready about. There’s no magic potion that makes everybody who’s autistic (or another other category of marginalization and oppression) free of oppressor behavior, nor is there any spell that can make people automagically not have a social impairment.

That said, I think that trying to address social conflicts with more social rules, when someone is “impaired” in a way that affects that, is some sort of sinkhole. Saying “grow a pair” (regardless of gender) isn’t always going to work. There’s approaches that address this, they’re getting underutilized. Presuming a workable level of good faith (as in: I’d actually like to change, but I don’t know how), telling someone why their behavior is harmful, and how that can affect people as a result, works. We learn social situations, we don’t abstract them.

People can use disability to excuse oppressive behaviors as well, though. The current example I’m referring back to these days is “Brooklyn Becky“, who turned out to be alt-right, apparently.

That’s a pretty clear line, even if someone “doesn’t get the rules”. “Anybody who isn’t alt-right: come get your friend and talk some sense to them in a way that they’ll get”. Or just ignore them, because that’s crossing a line that I’m not gonna put up with, nor should anybody else, in my opinion.

The classic “Oh, that’s what that’s about! I didn’t understand how that works. Thank you.” learning pattern is a real thing — it’s just that it’s not *always* true. White people are notorious for playing “I don’t have a problem, you have a problem” games with people of color — and if that doesn’t work, they’ll start making up problems to try to force people into silence. This is far from something that’s unique to the disability rights community, I’ve seen white people in a variety of activist communities do it for years. As much as I’d like there to be an easy solution to this, I think we’re dealing with the same dynamics that exist in the society at large. It’s not pleasant to see allistic social norms, racist social norms, sexist social norms, even ableist social norms being acted upon, but what I keep reminding myself is that it’s not surprising, either — it just needs to be addressed, just as it does in any liberation movement. That’s what I’m here to fight for — the right for *all* of us to live our lives in ways that we want, free of oppression.

Stimming and the Arts

I love being a writer and musician, but there’s definitely a part of the arts for me that’s like “Can I just flap my hands and ball up my fists rather than banging on a drum? Can I just perseverate and be happily echolalic rather than learning repertoire or keeping a writing schedule?”

I’ve known for a while that I was using “acceptable stims” as a way of masking/passing – I wasn’t able to articulate (or was afraid to admit) what I was covering up, but I knew it was something. I didn’t have a full sensory diet. More like cupcakes and the occasional burrito. It was a stop gap.

I think about this a lot, both in relation to masking stims – as in, finding “socially acceptable” ways to stim, like tapping, drumming, flexing (I’m just stretching!), hair twirling, and so on, as well as in terms of how a lot of my tools and practices as a musician get in the way of self-regulating. Which in turn, makes it hard to make shit. Context shifting is a huge pain in the ass. It basically doesn’t work for me, I have to be in mode A (music) or mode B (software). Writing is better, because I can write drafts in a text editor, or by hand. I can hand-write parts as well, but it’s time consuming. Everything from music software to the instruments themselves messes me up. It’s frustrating. (Yes, I’m a trained musician, it’s not about that.)

There’s something almost ABA-like in the ways my stims got funneled into “acceptable things”. So much of what I “learned” from childhood onward was about suppressing them, or channeling them into something that was viewed as “productive”, like writing, music and drawing. When the stuffed animals (which were as some part of myself that I’m just now starting to get back) were taken away, and the light didn’t stay on all night any more, and stacking small stones became replaced with rosin and bow — something got lost, and in its place, a small corner of my mind held back something that almost feels like electrical current when it now finally flows through my arms and balled-up fists.

This is why I get a more than a little testy when people start playing “Well, you don’t have the *real* autism” games on people. Not only would I suggest getting a time machine and seeing what my shouty, stimmy, dinner-table-fleeing childhood was actually like – I’d also suggest being around for all the times when everything fell apart in adulthood and I was full-on melting down. When you’re done with that, I can walk you through my also-meltdown-laden pathway to getting reassessed this year.

I honestly fear for the autistic kids, teens and adults who have these sorts of parents lording over them, posting pictures of them to “show how autistic they are” (as if you could tell how someone’s neurology manifests from looking at a portrait photo) and wasting some portion of their day to climb into people’s mentions on social media and heckle them about how self-advocacy is somehow harmful, misleading and delusional, when that’s flatly not true.

If this is you? Let your child be a child, for fuck’s sake. I know you’re frightened for them, but don’t mourn for us, either. If that’s incomprehensible to you: you need autistic friends in your life.

Anger!

I was dancing to “Kill V. Maim” (as I do) and when the chorus kicked in, it came popping right out.

All the repressed pure anger leaked out of me.

This ties into masking for me. especially “The Anger that Goes Straight to My Hands”, but the rest of it as well.

I’m not saying that it’s valid to go off and whack someone. ;p Although that happens as well, I think it’s important to not deny that. Your reflexes are your reflexes. It’s a mistake, but shit happens.

What I’m talking about is more like this:

“If I didn’t hold on tight and ride out the physical impulse, I would lash out with hands at whatever was nearby, punching, throwing or breaking something to dissipate the energy in my hands.”

“When I read stories about children lashing out violently, I wonder if this is what they’re feeling. Maybe it’s not anger in a traditional sense but the need to release a sudden incomprehensible surge of energy.”

“In the same way that I experience pure undistilled happiness, I also experience a very pure form of anger. It starts in my brain and terminates in my hands. It’s reflexive. White hot. Short-lived. Irrational. More chemical or electrical than emotional.”

It definitely maps as an analogue to pure undistilled happiness for me. It was like this really clear rage. My fists balled up and I was *flailing*.

I’m not gonna lie, it felt *fantastic*. Like I get why people like hardcore now.

I’d always wondered why I didn’t like hardcore, but *nothing but guttural gothic screaming* was like “Oh yeah, this is good. Solid approve. 10/10”

It reminds me of this “BZZZZT” that happens if i’m shutting down or cooling off, and this…angry, visceral muck is right beneath stimming hard. My arms are flopping and flailing, but sort of mindlessly, rather than *spikes* *pure elation* or *spikes* *white-hot anger*. Just sort of ~ tranquilo ~, then up comes this repressed, nihilistic muck. It freaked me out at first, but I’ve learned to work with it, to embrace it.

I think of it like electricity that’s being held back behind a switch – if it can’t release, the current can build up, and starts eating through around what’s surrounding it.

My wondering on this: does this contribute to depression, and specifically, feelings of worthlessness? it seems like it has similar qualities, but I wouldn’t know. (Autistic burnout, that, though. Definitely.) I don’t “do self-loathing”, but i definitely have a corner of my psyche that feels like that, until it finds an outlet.

More infos:

Anatomy of a Meltdown

https://jeanettepurkis.wordpress.com/2018/05/16/too-nice-avoiding-the-traps-of-exploitation-and-manipulation/

https://autisticsciencelady.wordpress.com/2018/08/14/autistic-burnout-regression-and-identity-crisis/

CW: suicide, some self-negating takes (that have a context, see the above link to cross-reference)

An Autistic Burnout

Quick update

I’ve been slow on posting for the past month because reasons, but here’s some things that I’m working on:

– Origins of ABA and its relation to LGBT conversion therapy

– The realities of being autistic in the U.S. school system

– The lack of diagnosis and subsequent public awareness of autistic women and people of color

– Shared realities and differences between the HSP and Autistic communities

– Lived experiences and realities of undiagnosed and diagnosis-suppressed autistics

There’s a bunch of content up there already, though. Feel free to have a look. 🙂 Thanks!

Autism and Consent

This is a directly worded, very concise post.

https://kirstenlindsmith.wordpress.com/2018/01/16/autism-and-consent/

The only thing I’d add is that while asserting that autistic people can’t understand non-consent is ableist (ridiculously, patently so), what can be difficult is parsing allistic social cues, which are always all over the place, but they’re *really, really* all over the place when it comes to intimacy.

The solution remains the same, though: ask. Always fucking ask.

If that’s still hard to grasp: *all* of the social norms around that (both good and bad) were most likely invented by allistics, over *centuries*, and were almost entirely invented by cishet men regardless, with typically *NO* input from women.

Even queer social norms have some of that BS as well. At the least.

So unless you relish trusting cishet allistic fuckshit that excludes women, and hoping for the best (which won’t happen): ask.

Also, *DO NOT rely on pick up books!* Here’s why.

https://kirstenlindsmith.wordpress.com/2014/02/21/clueless-autism-and-the-pua-community/

That Time I Got Jumped

TW: extreme violence, attempted murder, transphobia

I got jumped in high school. I could have died.

Me, once I broke free of the stranglehold: “Why did you do that?”

Him: “Because you’re different.”

Me: “Different? What kind of different?”

His friend, who watched the whole thing and did nothing: “Come on, let’s go. No, let’s *go*.”

They ran off.

Going back through it, “you’re different” wasn’t just over being trans (and starting to wear more femme clothing to school, and growing my hair out, in order to start trying to come out), or being mixed (although i got attacked for that as well, all the time), but because I didn’t pick up on the “…what are you doing” socially layered cues that were a sort of “danger: cease autism” warning against defying the norms, as well.

I now strongly suspect that not reading the warning cues (someone asked me “what’s this about”, and i didn’t get the “concerned, but oh well” tone and expression they had, at all), was what pushed things over the edge into my being attacked. Teenagers talk. What about? They didn’t tell me — I’m sure they assumed I’d figure it out on my own, or if not, that it was on me.

If I had known how to read the body language and facial expression of the person who tried to warn me, I’d have been like “oh shit, this is high school, and I’m…something they don’t like, obviously, they keep assaulting me, got it” and either closeted myself until I could get free, or figured out a means of resistance with my high school “beyond the outcasts” social cluster. ✊🏽 (Note: if I grew up when teaching “life skills” was more common, I doubt it would’ve helped much. My assumption is that doesn’t work for the same reasons that sex ed in the U.S. frequently doesn’t work, either. Labeling a curriculum a particular way doesn’t mean that it’s addressing the needs that the label infers.)

As it was, I was perplexed. I thought to myself, “Are you unhappy about the way i’m presenting? You don’t seem angry, so…well hunh, no idea. I guess you were just curious. Oh well.”

Shortly after that, I got jumped. I took the proficiency exam, split that gd place and never looked back. 💃🏽

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