The title of this post says it all. I am pretty tired of neurotypical ableists.
That probably needs a lot more elaborating and words.
Neurotypicals are the people that think like the “normal people”, those who are not on the spectrum, i.e. donʻt have any thinking patterns or “behaviors” of those with asperger or just regular autism. Ableists are those who see people … with any kind of disability or variation of of the norm (from their standards) as something less than them. Where a Deaf person who is happy and proud to live as a Deaf person does not see him- or herself as disabled or less than a hearing person, or a wheelchair user sees himself as a complete, able person the way he is, for the ableists they are not enough. So an ableist will want to fix that blind personʻs eyesight, that deaf personʻs hearing, and all those people on the spectrum to think neurotypical, as if being on the spectrum was such a terrible disease and disability.
Being on the spectrum has its moments, and they are not all just good.
But a big problem raises when the neurotypical ableist “mental health” professionals try to fix people that are on the spectrum. First, they (the mental health people) donʻt listen. They see a person on the spectrum as just a “px”, a number and name with problems and “behaviors” that need fixing. An autistic person doing anything – yea, those are “behaviors”, as Dr. H. likes to call e.g. showing, or cleaning in oneʻs own home. And behaviors need rx drugs. WTF? Wait, why canʻt we call neurotypicals doing stuff as behaviors?
When staff in a “behavioral health institute” (you can google yourself what that fancy word combo is even supposed to mean) follow the “px” with folders of papers 24 7 and try to encourage “healthy living” habits – such as dedicating 4 hours a day for making sure everyone is eating drugs, and spending all day indoors in airconditioned rooms, etc etc. Hell, youʻd get any sane person go nuts in such an environment. What they tried to fix were my “behaviors” – letʻs just keep them in brackets since I consider having a shower and cleaning in my own home to be normal activities in life that donʻt require dangerous drugs. So, they tried to fix those “behaviors”. Newsflash: it was a rather shitty experience.
I donʻt see much, and when I donʻt have my prescriptions OR my stick OR an O&M person, well… Iʻm a bit lost.
The rest goes beyond what is covered by the famous ADA regulations.
Not allowed to have braille reading or writing tools. WTF?
Not allowed to have an interpret at any given point, despite having to speak in my THIRD language the whole time. WTF?
Being forced drugs, and having to beg for melatonin to be able to sleep. Being denied outdoors air etc etc.
So I have a little reservations about any sort of institutions, and that includes also those for “independent living” at the moment.
I am not comfortable speaking about my “feelings” or emotional statuses using my voice. Just because of having been born in a body that was assigned female sex at birth does not make me talk about emotions like a gender-female. It also does not make me interested in childbearing or talking about small children or wish to procreate. I see no problem being agender or genderfluid – as it feels Iʻm just trying to pass whether Iʻm wearing menʻs or womenʻs clothing. Just like with my regular existing and being it feels Iʻm just trying to pass whether the issue is being neurodivergent or not seeing.
I donʻt see your facial expressions. I donʻt see them even on a giant moviescreen – so an audiodescribed version would do miracles. Oh, and itʻs not just being awake thatʻs affected – I see what I see when Iʻm awake but my dreams have been blind since approximately January. I donʻt see in my dreams (other than color or light sometimes), and Iʻm OK with that.
Itʻs like all those MH professionals are so stuck up and reading their DSM-bible to pick anything. Some of them have decided that I must have some issues adjusting to… *COUGH*. WRONG! Cut it. Youʻre wrong, “professionals”. Leave me alone. Leave my EYES alone. All I need is to learn some more eyeless skills, and Iʻm doing my best to learn those from the others like me.