Oddly enough, it didn’t occur to me at the time to explain in my first post why I was doing this blog. I do go into it in the About The Blog section here but I don’t really go into profound detail. If you’re a regular reader, you probably have some understanding of why I’m doing this exactly and what I’m trying to say. It is my intention to make it explicit here.
1. To combat misinformation
Autism is a gold mine of misinformation, and understandably so since it’s not very well understood among the public; it’s categorized as a terrible mental illness or a disease, sometimes abhorrently referred to as “mad child disease,” and because of that, people form their own ideas based on what it is. Even though there is a lot of misinformation in this world, it could easily be debunked with a healthy dose of critical thinking, something that the average American citizen apparently lacks. Some people like this man or some studies like this one can be rendered useless when armed with some basic facts about the world enhanced by some elementary logic and some understanding of cause and effect. Plus, one of my methods is assuming that everything we know is wrong, a la Descartes. It might drive me insane and that may show in my prose.
2. To liven up the conversation as someone with autism
As much as I advocate critical thinking, this is something that critical thinking alone cannot remedy. My experience with being on the spectrum provides another far more important layer of authority for me to work with. The blogging auties, myself included, are an indispensible part of the conversation and are becoming more commonplace but as it stands, researchers on autism are dominant in the discourse. Having researchers of autism dominate the conversation on autism is like having anthropologists specializing in race dominate the conversation on racism in its cold and clinical nature or having men talk about women’s issues in its blind and misguided nature.
As for why I’m “Angry Autie,” I’m not angry because someone took my ice cream or because someone broke my train set. I’m actually quite friendly in real life, albeit a bit of a recluse at times. I’m ‘angry’ in a philosophical sense. It’s an abstract anger directed toward…something. I’m angry at an intangible ideal and I have no distinct physical agent at which I could point the finger. I could vandalize magazines with supermodels and men in suits on the covers but that won’t accomplish anything. As I’ve written in the past, the ideal of the ‘normal’ is one that has left me feeling alienated and sub-human. Whenever someone tells me that things should be a certain way or when someone speaks of a person or a group of people that I should supposedly aspire to be like, I boil up inside. I have found writing to be the best way to vent at something abstract since writing and thoughts themselves are abstract.
And now for some house cleaning. I will no longer be posting three times per week. As of this post, I will be reducing it to Monday and Friday and I regret to mention that there’s a possibility that it will be reduced to Fridays only in the near future. I’m trying to write a book AND I’ve been neglecting my music ever since I’ve started this blog (I’ve only written one piece since I started blogging two months ago and I was previously far more productive than that). This blog has been taking up a disproportionate amount of my creative energy. I’m still going to blog out of a sense of duty, which I consider to be a kind of love given the subject.