03-30-2008, 03:48 AM
Lolz! 
03-30-2008, 10:54 AM
Exactly. It really isn't a laughing matter. I know Children who suffer Normalcy (remember, they aren't normal children. We put people first, don't we? They are children who can be saved. They are children who suffer from normalcy) and just looking at them, breaking their backs to copy their friends every move, terrified of being alone, and it breaks my heart. There are autistic children trapped in there somewhere, I just know it, and I only wish they could be allowed to come out of these soulless, NT shells for- for even a day.
I have a deep respect for the parents who have to put up with clingy children who bring home friends every hour of the day, don't know how to stim and will never feel the satistfaction from having an imaginary world! If my child came out NT, I just don't know how I'd cope! I have been told that it is an awful burden and that all your dreams are slashed cruelly in two.
It is my dream that one day we will be able to solve this disturbing puzzle, and that one day, these trapped babies will be able to look at their parents, yet miss their eyes, and ask them to take them to the zoo so they can develop their fascination with animals.
I have a deep respect for the parents who have to put up with clingy children who bring home friends every hour of the day, don't know how to stim and will never feel the satistfaction from having an imaginary world! If my child came out NT, I just don't know how I'd cope! I have been told that it is an awful burden and that all your dreams are slashed cruelly in two.
It is my dream that one day we will be able to solve this disturbing puzzle, and that one day, these trapped babies will be able to look at their parents, yet miss their eyes, and ask them to take them to the zoo so they can develop their fascination with animals.
03-30-2008, 11:35 AM
Oh yes, the heartbreak of having a daughter who seems to need, helplessly, to hang around in a group playing with plastic corpses, dressing them up, pretending that they are having a meal; all the while keeping up a stream of inane chatter about people at school, pop stars, models, the latest fashions etc.
When you just know that somewhere inside is a real person who is desperate to read the encyclopœdia in a quiet room, rocking quietly.
When you just know that somewhere inside is a real person who is desperate to read the encyclopœdia in a quiet room, rocking quietly.
03-30-2008, 01:43 PM
And it's not just the neurotypical children encased in a kind of ... shell. I notice that the NT adults around me nearly always fail to notice the camouflaged bugs on the bark of trees, the flower with slightly different coloured petals on a plant with otherwise uniformly coloured flowers, all the different kinds of clouds in the sky, and so the list goes on.
They seem so preoccupied with making money, going on up on their neighbours, losing weight and getting their kids into the best schools. They fail to notice how when you tile a picture on the computer desktop, the top left image has the darkest shading and the lower right image has the palest shading.
They look dumbly at the cranes and scaffolding when the new buildings are going up all around town. They don't even notice that the workmen have shirts in different shades of orange and yellow and certainly don't see the hairy caterpillars on the path, carelessly stepping on them instead of looking where they are going. They also miss finding lots of coins on the ground because they usually have their noses in the air.
They are so worried about being popular that they act so fakely even though we can pick this fakeness a mile away and as in the Shania Twain song "That Don't Impress Me Much".
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They seem so preoccupied with making money, going on up on their neighbours, losing weight and getting their kids into the best schools. They fail to notice how when you tile a picture on the computer desktop, the top left image has the darkest shading and the lower right image has the palest shading.
They look dumbly at the cranes and scaffolding when the new buildings are going up all around town. They don't even notice that the workmen have shirts in different shades of orange and yellow and certainly don't see the hairy caterpillars on the path, carelessly stepping on them instead of looking where they are going. They also miss finding lots of coins on the ground because they usually have their noses in the air.
They are so worried about being popular that they act so fakely even though we can pick this fakeness a mile away and as in the Shania Twain song "That Don't Impress Me Much".
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03-30-2008, 01:44 PM
They don't experience the joy of seeing numbers and letters and musical sounds in colour either so their lives are just so deprived.
03-30-2008, 07:02 PM
I'm feeling horrible shellshocked...
The other day I was coming home from the shops when I heard screaming coming from the house two doors along from me- there is a little boy with Neurotypicalism living there- and it just would not stop. I hung around outside, concerned, when finally the problems became all too clear when a young woman holding leaflets left the house. The woman was a hardcore goth, and was wearing all the clothes, the make up- basically the full monty. Now, any autistic child would have used logic to reason that she was just a person doing her Saturday job, and would have immediately tried to snatch one of the leaflets in order to read it, but this NT child was unable to do an of that. He has no logic, so he went by his knee-jerk reaction which was 'that girl looks scary' and, so I was later told, hid behind his mother. He wouldn't even come out to read the leaflet, which his Mother agreed to take just for him. He has no interest in reading or knowing what things mean. It's terribly sad.
It broke my heart just to hear about him, incapable of realising that the goth grl was just a person who wouldn't hurt him, screaming, determned to remain ignorant, trapped in this shell that won't allow him to develop properly. I fear this boy will never want to go to university, will never have the dedication to individual pursuits to get a good job, and will instead settle for a life of scamming people in order to make more money than he needs (Money-hunger is a trait of NTism). I have cried all afternoon for that poor boy and his family. It is truly terrible. We need a cure now.
The other day I was coming home from the shops when I heard screaming coming from the house two doors along from me- there is a little boy with Neurotypicalism living there- and it just would not stop. I hung around outside, concerned, when finally the problems became all too clear when a young woman holding leaflets left the house. The woman was a hardcore goth, and was wearing all the clothes, the make up- basically the full monty. Now, any autistic child would have used logic to reason that she was just a person doing her Saturday job, and would have immediately tried to snatch one of the leaflets in order to read it, but this NT child was unable to do an of that. He has no logic, so he went by his knee-jerk reaction which was 'that girl looks scary' and, so I was later told, hid behind his mother. He wouldn't even come out to read the leaflet, which his Mother agreed to take just for him. He has no interest in reading or knowing what things mean. It's terribly sad.
It broke my heart just to hear about him, incapable of realising that the goth grl was just a person who wouldn't hurt him, screaming, determned to remain ignorant, trapped in this shell that won't allow him to develop properly. I fear this boy will never want to go to university, will never have the dedication to individual pursuits to get a good job, and will instead settle for a life of scamming people in order to make more money than he needs (Money-hunger is a trait of NTism). I have cried all afternoon for that poor boy and his family. It is truly terrible. We need a cure now.
04-02-2008, 10:49 PM
Blunt? Too right it does! Normalcy is not funny! Do you think that the families breaking their backs to care for neurotypical chidren find it funny? Do you think he neurotypical children themselves, unable to be alone, terrified to be different and in constant pain- find it funny? Do you think I, having to live in close proximity to a child who doesn't want to learn to read and is scared of other human beings because of how they look, find it funny?
04-02-2008, 11:49 PM
honestjohn - I don't mind in the least if you print out what I wrote!
I don't think anyone else would mind if it would cheer you up!
Thank you, for being a 'rebel'. I, for one, really appreciate your attitude!
And IncognitoInnominate & Planet*Louise - you guys crack me up! Ever thought of becoming a double-act?
I don't think anyone else would mind if it would cheer you up!
Thank you, for being a 'rebel'. I, for one, really appreciate your attitude!
And IncognitoInnominate & Planet*Louise - you guys crack me up!
Ever thought of becoming a double-act?04-03-2008, 08:12 AM
Marcia Wrote:
I'm still recovering from the afternoon three years ago now when I made the mistake of letting a friend take my autistic child out for the afternoon and agreed to collect her normal son from school and keep him until she came home! I spent almost 2 hours with that child and every minute was torture - I oon't know how my friend copes, I really don't. It's just so sad.
Her son didn't even look out the window when I told him that a low-loader had come into the street with a big digger on it and a small digger on a hydraulic platform at the rear. Not only did he not look, but he didn't even wonder how they got the diggers on and off, what they were there for or how many wheels the lorry had and whwther they would be doubled up to carry the extra weight. In fact, he didn't even wonder how heavy it would be!
He was completely unable to entertain himself, showed no imagination, didn't have any imaginary friends and couldn't make up stories or sing his own songs. He was constantly bored and rejected everything I suggested for him to do. He kept repeating that he wanted to go to the shop.
When I eventually agreed we could go to the shop, we went the long way to see interesting things on the way. I was, frankly, dismayed by the fact that he didn't know the make and model of every car parked in the street. Well, he didn't even know which of our neighbours the cars belonged to. He walked past cars without stopping to examine their wheels and hubcaps and neglected to close garden gates on our way past.
He, tragically, had no desire to watch scaffolding being put up on a nearby house and couldn't have cared less about whether the roof was to be fixed or completely replaced, and whether they would be using slates or tiles and if so, what colour and what they would be made of. He entirely failed to notice that the window frames were rotten and point out that they could be fixed while the scaffolding was up anyway and was unconcerned about the fact that the workmen's van was scraped down one side and had only one hubcab, which was a different make from the van and loose at the top.
This child, at the severe end of normal, seems trapped deep within a shell. Interested only in going to the shop he couldn't engage with the world around him and was unable to appreciate the many obsessions he could have pursued.
It was the longest 2 hours of my life and I have never done it again. Once was enough - I just couldn't cope! I really do admire my friend for doing what she does, day in, day out. So sad.....and apparently there's no cure!
Her son didn't even look out the window when I told him that a low-loader had come into the street with a big digger on it and a small digger on a hydraulic platform at the rear. Not only did he not look, but he didn't even wonder how they got the diggers on and off, what they were there for or how many wheels the lorry had and whwther they would be doubled up to carry the extra weight. In fact, he didn't even wonder how heavy it would be!
He was completely unable to entertain himself, showed no imagination, didn't have any imaginary friends and couldn't make up stories or sing his own songs. He was constantly bored and rejected everything I suggested for him to do. He kept repeating that he wanted to go to the shop.
When I eventually agreed we could go to the shop, we went the long way to see interesting things on the way. I was, frankly, dismayed by the fact that he didn't know the make and model of every car parked in the street. Well, he didn't even know which of our neighbours the cars belonged to. He walked past cars without stopping to examine their wheels and hubcaps and neglected to close garden gates on our way past.
He, tragically, had no desire to watch scaffolding being put up on a nearby house and couldn't have cared less about whether the roof was to be fixed or completely replaced, and whether they would be using slates or tiles and if so, what colour and what they would be made of. He entirely failed to notice that the window frames were rotten and point out that they could be fixed while the scaffolding was up anyway and was unconcerned about the fact that the workmen's van was scraped down one side and had only one hubcab, which was a different make from the van and loose at the top.
This child, at the severe end of normal, seems trapped deep within a shell. Interested only in going to the shop he couldn't engage with the world around him and was unable to appreciate the many obsessions he could have pursued.
It was the longest 2 hours of my life and I have never done it again. Once was enough - I just couldn't cope! I really do admire my friend for doing what she does, day in, day out. So sad.....and apparently there's no cure!
I'm not normal. And yet I have very little interest in the make and model of any given car, who it belongs to, and what kind of tiles or scaffolding are being used in construction. I know almost nothing about cars, as well.
The other thing I take issue with is what Planet Louise said--assuming AS people will be able to make something productive of their individual interests and go to university. I have individual interests but they are not the "marketable" kind. And I never did well academically and never had any desire to go to university--having to be around NT college students, do group work, and so forth would have been constant pain for me.
The other thing that gets me is the assumption that AS people are interested/well-informed in politics. I have absolutely no interest in politics, and I also seem to lack the cognitive mechanism that allows me to retain complex information. Which means I can't learn anything about politics, in other words.
04-03-2008, 02:59 PM
It's absolutely vital to obtain intensive help for the neurotypical child as soon as possible. If it is left until after they are two, it might just be too late. Even if you have to remortgage your house and your marriage falls to pieces, you still obviously are not doing enough to combat the scourge of normalcy..
04-04-2008, 08:07 AM
Marcia Wrote:
Batman55, we were having a laugh!
We are all different from each other, AS or NT!
It was supposed to be fun!
We are all different from each other, AS or NT!
It was supposed to be fun!
You know, you're right... I do need to develop my sense of humor a bit...
04-05-2008, 03:35 PM
They must be wicked witches. "I'm melting, melting!"
04-05-2008, 03:36 PM
Some of our readers might need help with the reference if they haven't seen the 1939 movie the Wizard of Oz.
04-06-2008, 04:38 AM
Dorothy, the heroine, did not mean to splash water on the Wicked Witch, she was trying to extinguish Scarecrow after the Witch set him on fire.
"How about a little fire, Scarecrow?" as she lights the tip of her broom from a chandelier and brushes it against Scarecrow. Dorothy didn't know that the Witch was so water souble.
I rewrote the Wizard of Oz with a WVU grad student and I in it
threw in a few punch lines
"Pray, you're gonna need it, your sister's been defeated....." Borrowed from friend's pro choice rallies.
"These are the best clothes I've had in 200 years and they're in style" Scarecrow's clothes stolen from a soldier
"Damn! Help me with the big one!" A cue from the Winged Monkeys that I need to go on a diet.
"Hey hey hey, here come the Monkeys" my humor is not appreciated when they first arrive
"Which ones are the graduate students?" the Monkey Leader asked.
"The humans, you idiot! Anyone can go to graduate school in West Virginia as long as they are human! Now go!"
"Are you good witches or bad witches?"
"We're graduate students."
"We're good witches."
"How about a little fire, Scarecrow?" as she lights the tip of her broom from a chandelier and brushes it against Scarecrow. Dorothy didn't know that the Witch was so water souble.
I rewrote the Wizard of Oz with a WVU grad student and I in it
threw in a few punch lines
"Pray, you're gonna need it, your sister's been defeated....." Borrowed from friend's pro choice rallies.
"These are the best clothes I've had in 200 years and they're in style" Scarecrow's clothes stolen from a soldier
"Damn! Help me with the big one!" A cue from the Winged Monkeys that I need to go on a diet.
"Hey hey hey, here come the Monkeys" my humor is not appreciated when they first arrive
"Which ones are the graduate students?" the Monkey Leader asked.
"The humans, you idiot! Anyone can go to graduate school in West Virginia as long as they are human! Now go!"
"Are you good witches or bad witches?"
"We're graduate students."
"We're good witches."
04-06-2008, 10:29 AM
I wouldn't be seen dead at a pro choice rally.