Ethics Schethics

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The reason why I don’t trust the National Alliance for Direct Support Professionals because their own damned speakers have to set boundaries for (excuse the air quotes) “students”! As shown in the screengrab the trainer from the July session clearly stated “Please contact me with any further questions related to direct support professionals, ethics and competencies.” Yeah because I’m going to ask “how’s your love life going?” This is a joke!

Also, this wasn’t intended to be a f—–g letter, nor should had the need to VIOLATE HIS OWN DSP CODE OF ETHICS by insulting MY intelligence!

My gawd and them hacks from Albany? Aren’t they a little ethically challenged?

I blame them for the desensitizing of the human race on that intellectual level.

The next two years will be interesting to see.

Autism in Love: Review, part two

This Post is All About Lenny and dedicated to him. His struggles deserves its own post. Warning, this may be a tear dripper.

The only single guy featured in this film was on the left coast. Lenny was introduced and closed out the film.  Throughout the documentary, what was very striking was how he appears to be overcompensating and trying so hard to be normal.

The first abnormal sign was he wanted to dress up on camera to decide otherwise. (Was he in a work or school program that demanded him to look fancy?) To be honest, I’d rather see him more of Lenny than someone of who he should be. Second he was very determined  for being the dominant person, that no female should be stronger or better than him. (Well if he had old fashioned people as his “supports”. Third was how should be in college, making a lot of money so he could take care of his lady. He even is in tuned to the trashy Caucasian ladies by stating to the cameraman at one point that African American ladies are “more independent” and was explaining “interracial relationships”. (You can add every non American woman into the mix as I’ve already discussed before.)

For people new to this site, this documentary aired on PBS in early January, following a 3 plus year project. You can see it here till April or go to iTunes, Google Play, etc and search for “Autism in Love”

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The Fear of Being Happy

I don’t want to choose to be unhappy, but it’s much easier to be sad…

What does that mean?

Well, sadly our messed up American Special Education and Adult Services system as mentioned numerous of times, focuses on negatives so of such it’s easier to feel sad than being happy. There are things that make me happy, but I keep it my business. If I ever express any happiness, it can be subject to be questioned by authoritative figures like my mother, my case manager or other related people. And if they show doubt, then you know for sure that I should doubt myself.

Sorry to come off ableist, but I am such a puzzle piece. I don’t understand the reason why it’s so complicated to be “happy”…

Autism In Love: Review

A documentary recently ran on PBS earlier this month of an independent documentary entitled Autism In Love. (Running on a host program called Independent Lens.) This project was in the works for at least a few years at least following on social media. After being let down of all the teases, I never followed up, till a recent post on a disability blog came to my attention.

After missing the original airing, I saw it Wednesday on my iPad by accessing it through PBS’ web site. (available through PBS till April 2016)

I have watched this three times since then to try to soak all the emotional, and very touching storylines.

Spoiler alert if you continue to read on.

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The Manipulation of the Human Race

There is a such thing as an “evolution” – to a certain extent. Let me explain.

A human develops in each way, the brain and everything grows as the human grows in life. However, that’s not to say that someone can tinker with at least the brain, reprogram it and then basically the human being basically got hacked. What do I mean? I mean the human evolved from a fun loving boy to a scary monster that appears to be human.

Another way to look at this manipulation or evolution is the heart. The emotional sense. Medical Doctors will tell you that it’s better to break a bone than to sprain it, because it will heal easier than it being partially broken. When it comes to emotions, its like being electrocuted by lighting, if the odds were against you that one time, it will cause lifelong consequences. Think of your first love, a person of significant level break your heart, it’s like the heart was shocked. And when someone that you loved or cared for caused that much heartbreak (whether it’s a family member, a friend, romantic interest, teacher, etc.) it can cause lifelong damages. I wish I can say I beat those odds, but sadly I’ve been duped by many people on a significant level in my early life that caused damages that I cannot reverse.

They say first impressions matter, but I’ll tell you I’ve been a victim of 1,001 bad first impressions.

Sadly there are many childhood “doctors” who only focus on children. They don’t realize how much damage they are doing to the child when its outside of their scope. The experimental projects, the test programs or test ideas or just the shaming the person’s autism, and the gender stigma (more guys than gals with ASD) can cause severe lifelong effects that these “professionals” have no clue what their unintended consequences or inadvertent actions.

I am saying this because I am seeing more and more mixed static of the autism narrative and its only going to get worse. It’s becoming a very mad, mad world in the hopeless world of autism. And I fear this won’t improve anytime soon. It’s a slow hurricane that has yet to see the eye of a years long storm.

At this point, simple fixes with a hack doctor is not the solution for me. I’m in a desperate need of a massive repair, restoration and a rebuild of trust as my insides are falling and caving in because my stupid support infrastructure of nearly a decade ago did reckless damage. Would an autistic teacher get away from this? Most than likely no, they’d probably be in prison, but since everyone else was perfectly normal, and we were held hostage to sign off the IEPs, well they can get away of manipulation, psychological murder, breaking the heart, etc.

Video: Retaliation of Infatuations

This JCPenney advertisement from at least 9 years ago (I found this online in recent years) featured an innocent girl probably no older than a fifth grader. She secretly puts the initials of her name and her crushes on a piece of paper (yup this was the days way before the iPad and the MacBook was just on the market eclipsing the PowerBook) and even in old medium would someone be afraid to have the crush come back to crush them.

Throughout the then 60 second spot, the scribbles disappeared from the paper, and moved on to her desk, then onto the chalkboard and girl tried to cover up the doodle. The girl for the right reasons became paranoid throughout. The message moved from the locker room, to a bulletin board, to the cafeteria where she would then see the scribble once again near the boy of interest, and plop onto the cafeteria table and try to cover it up as the boy moved her hand and both would smile.

Yours truly could relate to this story up till about the 45 second mark. Crushes in the last few years I’ve kept under secret. I’m too afraid to tell anyone about any feelings of any girl that I’ve previously liked. It’s even too risky to put it on paper because I fear something like this would happen in real life. Children are often teased about infatuations, but when one is hitting 30 in a year, the rules are much different, and more against me.

So yeah, my lips are sealed.

The Lack of a Girlfriend

Most thirtysomethings have someone in their lives, whether it’s a girlfriend, a boyfriend, a girlfriend/girlfriend boyfriend/boyfriend or even a husband or wife. Well I am not anywhere close to boyfriend material for any girl (at least around my area.) For February, I don’t just feel like a hopeless autistic, but a hopeless romantic too.

The idea of a girlfriend would make socializing easier because you have that “arm candy” or someone to hold hands and commit public sexual harassment laws and kiss in public and touch each other near private parts at professional gatherings. Not that I encourage this, but this is what “everyone else” is doing. Why be the only single person? I don’t feel “special”…

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The “Smart” Factor

Discussing intelligence with me unlike the vast other autistics that can speak for themselves, is a touchy subject. I personally don’t think its anyone’s business to know what their IQ score is or what they know about or don’t know about.

I try to remain modest and keep my feet on the ground as I try to reach for the stars. Some won’t take the late Casey Kasem’s advice and go the polar opposite. I do not want to say I “play dumb” but I have to be honest: because if I am so good, am I too good to fail? I might me smart enough for college but may not be emotionally competent or have the stamina and drive due to meeting demands and having to explain my autism to every professor in the beginning of every class so I god forbid don’t be plastered as a fool.

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People Who Can’t Talk Right

My mother is home teleworking. I just talked to her to discuss the morning’s plans. I told her what I wanted to do and she kinda gave me a response of that she had another plan. The plan was “to bring transfer station things after I drop you off” to my day program.

My mother is known pretty bad for speaking in list-like languages and is horrible at modifiers like “a”, “an” and “the” and often when she says things like “wanted to bring transfer station stuff to transfer station” she makes it as if it was a living breathing thing that should be a proper noun. But even if the local Transfer Station would be a proper noun, she should use appropriate modifiers ether before or after the proper noun.

Is this her fault? No. Why? Because for autistics, the standard operating procedure is to the least amount of words because they would get overwhelmed if you overtalk. Well thats if you explain everything all the time and go into filibusters like my moronic neighbor who isn’t even a true neighbor as they think they live on a 2 acre property.

But I am no stupid dog. I shouldn’t be talked to in commands.

Anyways, excuse me while I go Ernie Anderson and start talking like a sailor as I can’t take fools seriously myself!