Aspies For Freedom

however, it is possible to declare yourself a country; its just a matter of the country which you are under saying "oh fine, no utilities for you!"

I can understand this point of view - but the homeland idea isn't really directly related to autistic rights, as I understand it. It's more about setting up a comfortable place for autistic people to live.

It's true that we don't immediately get divorced from the countries laws. What we do get divorced from, though, is the countries preferences - we can set up buildings, industry, and entertainment any way we like them. Most laws in these things are solely about fair treatment and safety - which I don't think anyone would have a problem with following.

I don't really see much of a point in an "Aspergia" (although I do find the concept of a society consisting entirely or mostly of autistics interesting). I think acceptance is more important.

So what would all of this mean to NTs in Aspie relationships or NTs with Aspie kids?  

I think many of us Aspies have thought in terms of microcosms and micronations.

My dad used to say that families were little communist units.  The North Koreans think on the other hand as a family that has no right to question what daddy says.

I have tried to imagine "if four Marshes were a country what would we be in practice" and "what would we be ideally."  I'd like to aspire to Canadian or British democracy and government (American government is "***" in the sense that rugged individualism and the right to get rich holds it back, not to mention the excessive militarism, and yes, the chains that hold it to religion-- "there has to be FREEDOM FROM RELIGION oppression" in matters such as gay marriage).

It is only because I am USA born and raised (parents born and raised, and 3 of 4 grandparents born and raised) that I do not put my ideals into practice, vote with my feet, and emigrate.   (Mom's dad was born in Finland, and lately I have learned that all four of my maternal great-grandparents were born in Finland)

Somehow I think the answer to America's problems is not to run away.

They'd be welcome, of course - the idea would be to encourage lots of autistic people to move to the same area, but this doesn't mean that NT's have to be banned, or anything like that.

If it got big enough, I imagine that there'd be quite a few family members, interested professionals, sociologists, etc...

I voted no, i don't think it would work.  Not because it couldn't happen, but that if it did.. well, in the case of honestjohn at his stage of human development - (hasn't learned tactics in dealing with a kid that doesn't look at him, or who doesn't wnat to be touched, or who makes sudden movements etc., how could he have learned them, no experience with this sort of thing) he is confused by others with ASD.  Watching him and another child come across each other at a playground last week was just riddled with misunderstandings.  Also, more to the point, those on the ASD spectrum are as diverse as any population.  
That said, if that is something that appeals to a lasrge enough group, a private gated community/island then it will happen - My son won't seek membership is all.  ;o)  may the force be with you

you may say that now, but in the future, he may find it easier, more relaxing even, to be in the company of people like him.

in that case, it would be good to have the option available, no?

To be sure, option sare good.  I happen to be the sort that seeks to include all. He thinks like that now too. That is part of the trouble with supposed mainstream, not enough inclusive / nom-judegemetntal people. It is entirely possible that if I asked my son, of course I wouldn't dare now, cuz what if he said yes and then was mad when I couldn't provide it... LOL But I could ask him and he would say Great idea... and then he could teach himself to have a higher tolerence, etc.,

I think my best contributions would be ideas I'm a great brainstormer.

The Autistic Illuminati

I'm in, with time and money; read my post in the Autfinity Project.

Getting Autis together I think would end up being economically successful. That's the best way we help ourselves ... by helping ourselves.

This 'autistic awareness' thing is just a media trend, like anything else, and will go away once people are bored with it.

The only problem is we've got an Aussie, A Limey, and a Yankee, all on different continents posting topics about this.

I think there's enough demand for communities all over, but there probably isn't sufficient funding.

We'd have to decide on one - as a community - and put our resources behind it.

Also, I don't want NT's to accept me, I want them to change so they're more acceptable to me.

that would be Luai, me, and Palpatine?

Ian is also a Limey, by the way

Oh, see my major post on this in the Autfinity Project thread here:

http://www.aspiesforfreedom.com/showthre...882&page=2

I'm not sure who's from where, I forget by the time it comes to type it.

Anyhow, the main point in my post in the Autfinity project is 'how to realize' something, and what it takes to take and idea and change reality so that idea become reality, and not just a continued idea.

It's the promo; "Just do it."

But, read the post if you're interested, else there's no more point in discussing the idea, since it will only remain an idea. I don't want that to happen; I want to change reality so this exists and = true.

It's very easy to wait for that 'something' to happen. You have to break through that, and become that 'something'. This can be overwhelming and sincerely frightening, but I've done it numerous times in my life. I've stepped off the cliff into thin air, with blind faith. It is frightening to the core, as you have to give up everything you know, and everything that is safe.
Unless you're a billionaire, and inherited that money.

I will step off the cliff, into mid-air, with blind faith - once again, for this. No problem.

I will be the 'something' that happened.

I will devote my money, time, and labor. I will move through my own fear, with only the knowledge that it can and will be done, and that I am doing it, right now.

It would be a lot, lot easier with other people, though. I have done this, alone, many times in life, leaving behind everything I know, everything that is safe, and walking naked through beyond all fear into 'what-can-be'.
'What-can-be' then automatically became 'What-is".

Take the step, and you will know that you are doing it, right now ... because it is now true that you are, in fact, doing it.
You will know that it can be done - exactly because you are doing it; because that is exactly how things get done, and you will know it because you are, in reality, actually doing just that.

You will become that 'something' which everyone is waiting for.

Having others to lean on, doing it together, having a source of support and inspriation when your are too afraid to move or when you just don't know what to do, distributing that fear among a group of people so you are not alone with the whole thing ... this makes it so much easier.

I have dropped myself off in Los Angeles with $60 in my pocket, having never been to L.A. before, and knowing no-one and nothing. I survived.
I wanted to know if what I thought about myself - if I was really 'all that' - was true ... and there was all of Los Angeles to show me. So I walked striaght - always straight, no matter what, because that's the way you do it - through every mirror and reflection Los Angeles had to offer.
I walked straight - always straight - through everything Los angeles had to throw at me and test me with.
Baptism by fire.
I walked out the other side on my own two feet.

I am baptized. I am Sir Richard, the Baptizer. I Baptize myself in the crucible of my own terror.

It takes about 30 hours to walk through all Los Angeles. There are about 40,000 street intersections in Los Angeles. There are ghettos the size of the city of Hartford, CT; where I'm from. There are places no film has ever captured, no camera has ever been, as no film crew and no movie stars will ever go there. There are places so desolate as to be the ruins of an ancient alien race, yet it is populated by people, desperate and silent people, eyes of animals, all civilization long ago stripped from them.
There are other places where people are rich and famous and always pretty-looking. I saw people in these places picketing against fur coats.
In all these places there is one thing in common; it is a dog-eat-dog world, survival, and nobody cares. If you fall, you get walked over, stepped on, eveything you have taken and recycled by this giant land of wilderness. You disappear, like in "My Own Private Idaho." You, yourself, are thieved away.

I am white; anyone who thinks they're something ... I just tell them what I did, and inform them that they can do the same - except that I won't be waiting on the other side of L.A. for them to come walking out from, on their own two feet. Because I know that I'll be waiting a long, long time to shake their hand and welcome them as my 'equal' ... because I know that they'll never be coming out the other side of Los Angeles, ever.
So, that's why I won't be waiting for them.

I tell people that; who think they 'know' something, or who think they're 'all that', or who 'think' that they're going to be the one who brings me to my knees, or who 'think' that they're powerful or an authority on something or knowledgeable or important, or who 'think' that I'm not what I think I am - but which I've proven to myself over and over throughout my life.
I tell people that they can walk straight - always straight - through everything L.A. has to offer, and come out the other side walking on their own two feet ... and then they can talk their talk and I'll listen.

Baptism by fire.

I am Sir Richard, the Baptist. I Baptize myself in the crucible of my own deepest fears and terror.

Making a community is not as terrifying as that. Simple. whatever fears there are that need to be walked through, they simply are not in the realm of those fears.

The most fearful part of the whole L.A. period was this:
Stepping out of the airport doors and onto the sidewalk of L.A.
Everything else was easy.
True.
Walking through all of L.A. was easy; I was never, ever afraid.
Truth.
It was only the very first step that was terrifying beyond all belief; stepping out the airport door.
Because there I was, and everything was now very, very real, and very, very terrifying because of its reality. I had just stepped off the brink of everything I knew.
After that, everything was easier and easier; even though I continued to challenge myself against my worst fears.

If I can step off the brink of everything I know and do that, I can work together with people to create a community.

It is only the first step that is terrifying; this has been true everytime I have simply left everything I knew and had behind me, and commited that first step into the non-void and furnace of my own fears. The fear is deep, and swells up through you from the pith of yourself. It takes your everything over, and burns it with terror. You become terror; it is burning in your every thought and there is no escape, as you are that terror.

The only thing that prevents this from becoming a reality is that first step which each person has to take; leaving behind all solid ground and commiting that step into your own worst fears. Pure blind faith, stepping off a cliff.

It is just far easier to do when you're not alone. I think you might be able to understand that, as everyone has stepped into their own fears to some lesser and greater extent many times in their lives. You don't have to walk through L.A. with your life at stake to know that you are exactly what you think you are - because you didn't really 'think' it, you 'knew' it anyway. It just proved to you that you knew it. That's what really happened, and that's what you really did.

That's what really happened, and that's what I really did; I just showed myself that I did actually know.

I have no fear, if you are with me. I will just walk through it. I know what to do. I have survived everything, and come out stronger, more powerful, more knowledgeable, more mammoth, more me ... everytime.

I am Sir Richard, the Baptist. I Baptize myself in the furnace of my fears. I cut myself to the most lucid diamond. The sharp light of truth burns away the diamond underneath. The diamond cuts all glass.

When you take that step for yourself, you own the results; those results become you and who you are, and can never be negotiated by anyone.
When you keep stepping into your worst fears, and walking naked and alone through them, you become you, you are burnt and seared and blazed to ashes by the brightest and hottest and sharpest of sunlights. And like the Phoenix, you do rise from your ashes; pure and powerful and more certain, everytime - for there is nothing else to do but rise from the ashes of what used to be you. And, yes, when you rise, you rise without those fears, and the source of those fears is burnt away forever. You are polarized, solarized, stricken and cut like a diamond in the sun. You radiate that sunlight, and everything burns like celluloid before your eyes.

What do you really want? Are you ready to take your step into your fears? I am here, ready to go. This is not too frightening. Where there is a will, there is a way; this is true for those who can step through their own fear. It is the only truth, as those who do take that step discover.

Who will take this step with me? Together, it is not so frightening. After the first step, every next step is less frightening, until there is only naked reality left, and your pure will. Together, taking that first step is easy. Later, you may find that you need to keep doing that, but more-so, and with more brutal terror and truth. What becomes true, then, is that you can become stagnant, and feel so, when you stop searing yourself, when you cease burning that accumulated excess away with the hot light of truth.

Who is with me? I am ready. Together, we take that first step. Each alone with our own fears, but together we are not alone in doing so.

And you would need a hovercraft, not a car, to get around.  Wild and wet, Marshland?