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Centaurworld – A Thought

Warning! This post will contain spoilers about the show Centaurworld

I’ve been watching through Centaurworld and I just saw an episode that gave me a thought. A thought that is actually somewhat relevant to my blog, so it’s post time!

We don’t really need to get into the nitty-gritty of the show and what it’s about for this post. So basically, our heroine, Horse, has been having adventures in Centaurworld. The adventures involve fear and trauma and struggle and victory and success and all that stuff. Basically, stuff that is a BIG DEAL for her and her friends. 

Anyway. So in this one episode she goes and meets the bird-taurs. And the bird-taurs are INFURIATING. I HATED them. SO. MUCH. Seriously, they gave me such an unspeakable rage!

Basically, it turns out the bird-taurs have been watching Horse and her adventures. They love Horse! They love the adventures! It’s so entertaining!

Yes, entertaining. They treat it as content. For them to consume and judge and comment on. The REALNESS of it is just… absent for them. Horse is over there trying to talk to them about serious things she is seriously dealing with and seriously needs help with, but to them it’s all just content. Entertainment. A show.

After the episode, I spent a little time thinking about just how angry I got over those bird-taurs. Then I realized something. What they were doing reminds me of inspiration porn and the way abled people consume inspiration porn. (I don’t want to get into it here, so if you want to read more about what inspiration porn is and why it’s bad, here is a post I found about it.)

In inspiration porn, the very real lives and struggles of disabled people are reduced to content for abled people to consume. To have FEELINGS about. And, yes, to judge. The actual lives of the disabled people in the images used for inspiration porn are not relevant. Their personhood is not relevant. The harm that inspiration porn does to disabled people is not relevant.

Which reminds me of a conversation I once had online. Basically, me and some other people with disabilities were trying to explain to abled people why we don’t like inspiration porn. The abled people were…. not really getting it. Eventually, we seemed to get to the core issue – one abled person finally just said (essentially) “yes, but inspiration porn makes us feel good! Can’t we just have this? Can’t we just have something that feels good?”

So I responded (again, essentially) “The thing we have been trying to tell you is that inspiration porn harms us. Please do not prioritize your fuzzy feelings over our actual well-being.”

The person never responded so the conversation ended there. I have no idea if what we were trying to say ever sank in. But think of it – this person was talking directly to people with disabilities, trying to explain how inspiration porn hurts us. Yet somehow, the very Realness of the people in those images and their lives never even seemed to occur to them. It was never anything more than fuzzy feelings. 

Which is exactly how the bird-taurs were acting.

Which certainly helps explain why I found them so utterly infuriating! Luckily, we were supposed to find them infuriating, so my feelings of rage were totally appropriate, if disproportionate. 

I’m really glad no one has ever made inspiration porn from an image of me. I can only imagine how much that would suck. 

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Flashlight metaphor

It’s been a few weeks since I’ve posted. I’d say I’m sorry but honestly? The holiday season is hectic at the best of times, plus it’s when my seasonal depression is at its absolute worst so I think I’m just going to give myself a pass. So in the interest of easing myself back into things, here is a bit of a low effort post that still is something I feel very strongly about.

I was perusing my facebook memories, as you do, when I found a rant I posted there a year ago. I cannot at all remember what sparked it in that particular instance, but wow does it still ring true for me. This is just a thing that I have experienced over and over and over and over again. It doesn’t end. It never ends. What’s sad is that the only way out of it that I’ve found is to simply trust people less.

Onto the rant/metaphor, copied directly from my facebook post: 

I’ve been perseverating for days now. Writing it out isn’t helping. Anyway, here is a rant.

Let’s say there is a pitch-black room. Complete and utter darkness. Not only that, but the person telling you to go into that room refuses to give you a flashlight. They say, “oh, it’s ok. You’re really careful, I’m sure you’ll be fine.” Your first thought is to just not go in that fucking room, right? You have no idea how big it is, what shape it is, what’s in it, ANYTHING. There could be sharp things, there could be delicate things, you could get hurt, you could hurt something or even someONE else. It’s not worth the risk! No amount of meaningless reassurance changes the ridiculous level of risk. Also, no amount of being careful will prevent you from crashing into things. But let’s say that for whatever reason you have to go into that room. So you’re super careful and cautious. Maybe the person who refuses to give you a fucking flashlight INSISTS that it’s totally ok, you’ll be fine, they get it, it’s dark, mistakes are ok! They’d give you a flashlight if they had one! Oh, it’s just too bad! Don’t worry about it, you’ll be fine. So you creep in. You go slowly and carefully. And if you’re very VERY lucky, all you bump into is a wall. But the longer you stay in there, the more likely it is that eventually you’ll run into something dangerous. That you’ll break something, or trip over the edge of a carpet, or hit something and hurt yourself.

You know what happens after that? Well I do, because I’ve lived it multiple times. The person who sent you in gets REALLY ANGRY WITH YOU. HOW DARE YOU? YOU BROKE SOMETHING VALUABLE! HOW COULD YOU HAVE MISSED THAT? Oh, it was dark? I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR EXCUSES YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER. YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE CAREFUL.

And you apologize. You really are sorry! I mean, yes, you’re bleeding too, but you really, truly didn’t mean to cause any damage and you really are sorry. So you’re so so soooo sorry, please will they forgive you, you didn’t mean it, you know you should have been more careful. 

Eventually they scream themselves out and you can tend to your own wound, but they STILL won’t give you a flashlight. You just need to be careful, ok?

I’m really tired of this game. I don’t want to play it anymore. Show me a pitch-black room, and I just won’t go in.

So there is it. I know the metaphor is broad, but it seems to happen to me again and again and again. It was true 10 years ago, it was true one year ago (when I wrote it) and it’s still true now. Has anyone else had this experience? Surely it isn’t just me.


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That sympathy vs. empathy video

Ok, so I finally watched that video that I’ve been seeing everywhere.

Here it is, by the way:

I’ve been a little trepidatious about it because I was worried it would approach empathy and sympathy in a way that I find icky.

I was right.

So ok, the video made some really good points. The actions they are labeling as “sympathy” really are harmful actions that lots of people engage in, but shouldn’t. It’s true that people shouldn’t try to make it better or point out a silver lining or similar sorts of things.

Regarding empathy, I also agree that it’s true that people should do their best to be with you in your dark place. I mean, I wrote about this.

But then there was that part when Bear goes down into the hole where Fox is, and says “I know what it’s like down here.” And the video lost me right there. I HATE it when people claim they understand. Really. It’s awful. Because most of the time they DON’T understand. Not really. When Bear joins Fox in the dark hole, he’s being a good friend. He’s joining the fox and sharing his experience. That’s awesome. But Bear has a ladder. And a lightswitch. And went down there of his own free will, while Fox had the ground just fall away. And that FUNDAMENTALLY changes the equation. It’s like spending a day in a wheelchair and then claiming to totally understand what it’s like needing a mobility aid all the time. You may be able to temporarily share the experience, but you can always leave it behind and go back to your life where all this, whatever “this” is, is not a thing. Honestly, I really hope you get why this is not a good thing. When you have power over your circumstances, and you can leave whenever you want, it is not the same as it is for a person who is stuck there.

Now, maybe at some point in the past Bear had a similar experience. Maybe he was in a hole with no ladder or lightswitch, and can draw on that memory to have an idea of what the fox is going through. But even then, his experience was different because it was HIS EXPERIENCE, and not Fox’s experience.

Then there was “Ooh… um… want a sandwich” Giraffe. Another thing I’ve talked about over on my blog is the fact that we CANNOT assume that a person’s ability to express themselves is equivalent to a person’s ability to think. Or feel. For all we know, “want a sandwich” lady is, in fact, feeling all of those empathy feelings. She could very well be struck deeply by what was shared, and care a lot. And maybe she just doesn’t know where to go from there, and out comes something awkward. I know I’ve been in that position. I’m sure lots of people on the spectrum have been in that position (look up autism and hyper-empathy if you want to read more on that). All that video did was demonize the awkwardness, and push a bunch of assumptions about her connection or lack thereof based on a few words. So not cool.

Though I also want to add – maybe that wasn’t awkwardness at all. Sometimes when I’m getting really wobbly, a sandwich is exactly what I need, and my bf has “check to see if she’s eaten” high on his list of things to look at if I’m doing badly. And in some situations – not all of them, but some – doing some “at least’s” can be helpful in terms of perspective taking. I mean, if a person is struggling with depression, they might lose perspective. Their time horizon might be really short (this happens to me). For those people, in those situations, giving some perspective can be VERY useful.

I actually like to use the word sympathy (or similar) in these situations. Because I’m not going to go claiming I understand, as though my experiences are the same as someone else’s. They aren’t. So I can say “I have been through something similar and I can sympathize with your experience. I know how much it sucks. I am here for you, and I care.”

But then, maybe I haven’t been in a similar hole. I’ve never personally experienced racism. Occasional bigotry, sure. Sexism, definitely. Ableism and… um… mental-illnessism, totally. But racism? Nope. My ability to understand the experiences of a person who is experiencing racism is far far less than my ability to understand the experiences of another autistic person, or another person who deals with depression or anxiety. I can, however, draw on my own experiences of oppression, believe their experiences, and connect that way. All the while admitting that no, I don’t really understand. I can’t really understand. I can believe, I can sympathize (yep, the dirty word again!), I can care, and to whatever degree I can attempt to connect, but that’s pretty much as far as it goes. I also like it on the other end. The first comment in this here post started with the commenter sympathizing with me, and it was exactly right. It was wonderful. Sympathy is NOT some icky thing embodying harmful behaviors.

So yeah. This video bothered me. I agreed with most (though definitely not all) of the commentary on the basic behaviors, but I hate how it used the word “sympathy” as something dirty and bad. I also hate that it’s supposed to be good to claim to understand. Plus, the fact that it contrasted one person’s actions to another person’s feelings was rather problematic.

People sometimes claim to understand me. They usually don’t. They are drawing from their own experiences – which are different from mine – and then trying to make a connection. Which is fine and good, but it usually comes with assuming that my experiences are like theirs. Which they aren’t. So yes, connect with me. Yes, bring up similar experiences that lead you to be able to sympathize with me. But STOP saying you understand.

Finally – that video never did stop to mention, even briefly, the idea of just checking in with the person to see what THEY need or want. I hate it when people say “I understand.” Maybe someone else loves it. Asking me if I need a sandwich can be incredibly helpful to me, but maybe someone else would find it insulting. Some people find assistance getting perspective really helpful. Other people do not. There is no one right answer, and just finding out from the person in question what they need should be considered very important. That the video didn’t even bother to mention it was downright disturbing.

If that’s what empathy is – pretending to understand when you honestly don’t, and doing what you think is “empathic” rather than actually checking in with the person – I want no part of it.


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This is not support

There’s a lot of noise being made about Autism Speaks right now, and as usual I’m a little late to the party. I don’t follow them closely so I tend to get my information second hand, and it takes me a while for my thoughts to reach a point where I can put them into words. Especially when it’s about a thing that is provoking a strong emotional response.

Like this thing here.

This. Is. Awful. It’s fear-mongering. It’s really hurtful to autistic people (many of whom have already spoken on the matter).

Are there people and families out there like the ones they are describing? Yes, of course there are.

Do they need help? Yes, very much so.

Do I think we need to do more? Definitely.

Is that the only face of autism? Gods, no.

Is it fair or accurate to take this one segment of an incredibly broad and diverse group and claim “This is autism”? Not even a tiny little bit.

Comparing us to people going missing or falling gravely ill is fear mongering. It’s mean. It hurts.

Saying that we make our parents ill is awful.

And these children they are talking about – many of them will read those words and believe them. They will read that they are missing or gravely ill, that they make their parents ill, that they are a burden.* Is this the message we want to send? Does Autism Speaks even understand, or care, about what they are doing? About the message they are sending and the people who will receive it? This is discrimination, demonization, oppression, and it is coming from the very people who would presume to speak for us.

They’re going to DC to talk about autism, and last I heard have yet to invite a single autistic person to speak. They claim to speak for autism, but how can they do that when there is not a single autistic person in their organization? As a general rule, organizations get to speak for a group only when they are comprised entirely (or almost entirely) of the people in that group. It should be shocking to think of an advocacy group made up of a bunch of people not in the group, yet there are huge numbers of people that support Autism Speaks.

Now, once upon a time a bunch of people complained, loudly, at this lack of autistic representation. Autism Speaks did eventually respond by taking on one, and only one, autistic person and sticking him in a committee. Yeah, a committee. The token autistic. They then proceeded to ignore him. Yesterday Mr. Robison resigned in disgust, finally realizing that despite the fact that their tagline is “it’s time to listen” they, themselves, do not listen. They have had years and years to learn to listen, and have, with their most recent “call to action” proven that they have not changed a bit.

Their history of fear mongering and demonization continues into the present and it IS NOT OK.

I support helping people on the autism spectrum. I support therapies and assistance and providing us tools to be able to learn and communicate and become independent – whatever that means for any given individual.

I do not support Autism Speaks, and I feel the need to say that publicly. What they are doing is not ok. They need to stop. They need to listen. They need to learn.

Sadly, at this point I doubt they ever will.

*When a child walks up to their mother and says “Mom, do I make you ill?” because of what a “support” group said, something is seriously wrong.

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Stop Saying That!

*side note: I wrote this quite recently in a moment of significant frustration. Instead of cleaning it up and removing all the feels from it, I’ve decided to leave it as is. Rough, disjoint, and full of frustration. I’m kind of not sure about this, as I seem to have some idea that I’m not supposed to actually show my feels (talk about them, sure. show them, not so much) but I’m trying it anyway.

Seriously, quit saying that I am the one who lacks empathy. Because I am TIRED of this.

Jess, of Diary of a Mom, is one of the few mom bloggers I read. I appreciate the fact that she makes an effort to bridge that gap between autistic adults and parents of autistic children. But, as shown in this post even she finds it to be somewhat remarkable to actually listen to an adult on the autism spectrum for insight into what it’s like to BE on the spectrum.

Even she admits that it had not occurred to her to look at things from her autistic daughter’s perspective. In the end, she is another parent who does a whole lot of talking to other parents, and not a lot of talking to us. I’m glad that she talks to us at all, don’t get me wrong. And she does try, she works on promoting the whole idea of talking to adults on the autism spectrum because, you know, we’re there and that’s a good thing. But still, when I’m read her blog I still find that I am Other. I am Them. She is talking to other parents, not to autistic adults. And then, if I stop to think about it, I realize that she is Them-ing a group of which her daughter is a part. The daughter on the autism spectrum, who she is working so hard to help, and create a world where her daughter can be who she is, but still I’m Them. I barely even know how to process this, but it just seems so messed up. And this is coming from a parent who WANTS autistic adults to be listened to, and not all parents want that.

And the comments… parents who had never even considered looking at things from their child’s perspective. Not even that they hadn’t bothered to do so yet, but it had not even occurred to them that it is a thing to do. And I am SO FRUSTRATED at that.

I regularly see parents claiming that they are their child’s voice, often when their child has significant communication difficulties. And you know what? You ARE your child’s voice. You are their primary advocate until your child can speak for themselves. How can you possibly claim to be able to do that if you never bother to stop and really try to see from your child’s perspective? If you want to understand someone, you have to look at their world from their point of view. You have to at least TRY.

You want to talk about people not understanding that other people are different than them? Look at yourselves before you go looking at me. Look at the people who don’t understand that when I say I don’t want to touch strangers, I actually mean I don’t want to touch strangers. Look at the people who insist that I am a puzzle without bothering to think about the impact that metaphor has on me and those like me. Look at the people who blame autistic people for our difficulty in understanding others, and then continue to blame autistic people for others difficulty in understanding us.

Yes, I need to be careful of this too. It’s true that I don’t understand people. But at least I am aware of my lack of understanding. I struggle. I really struggle. People are incredibly hard sometimes. But things like this just make it harder, so just fucking stop it already.

Stop misrepresenting what we say. Stop disregarding us. Stop pushing us out of our advocacy. Start noticing that we have things to say, and we are saying them, and we deserve to be heard! Parents, get out of your own heads for a few minutes at a time, and try to see things from your child’s point of view. And yes, it’ll be hard. We’re different from you, and many cannot communicate with you easily. We have impairments in that area. But this is where adults on the autism spectrum can help. We’ve been there. No, we do not know your child as well as you know your child. But we know what it’s like to be on the autism spectrum. I can tell you about myself and hope that some of it applies. I can tell you what I believe and what I feel and where I’m coming from and all you have to do is listen.

I see so many parents talking to other parents, and so little talking to adults on the spectrum.

Please just listen.


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“But I can’t help it!”

Shortly on the heels of my “just try harder” post I am, apparently, writing the inverse. A “please try at least a little” post.

I’m going to start with a little back story. Several years ago, not too long after I first got an inkling that I might, maybe, possibly could be an aspie, I noticed a trend online. People would be horrendously rude, and when called out on it would protest “but I have Aspergers! I can’t help being rude!” I found this completely unacceptable and as a result I resisted the aspie idea for years – because I didn’t want to be one of the people I saw online using it as an excuse for bad behavior.

Eventually the trend seemed to die down, but I recently saw that it isn’t gone. Though interestingly, this time the excuse wasn’t “but I have Aspergers!” Oh no. This time the excuse was “but I’m borderline Aspergers!” Apparently the “excuse for bad behavior” line has moved from “has Aspergers” to “almost but not quite has Aspergers.” I do not view this as a positive trend.

I also want to point out that the person I saw make this excuse has a pattern of barrelling into threads and posting rather like a ton of bricks. She tends to be rude and abrasive, and has a distinct pattern of Not Listening when people call her out on it, however gently or not-so-gently they do so. This is really not ok. Not even a little bit. Having Aspergers is NOT an excuse for being rude or explicitly bad behavior. Almost-but-not-quite having Aspergers is even less of an excuse. It really bothers me to see people making these kinds of excuses for appalling behavior, particularly when there is a distinct lack of ever bothering to apologize or make amends or attempt to correct their behavior in the future. My being an aspie may explain my mistakes, but it does not excuse them. It’s up to me to do my best to learn and grow and apologize when I mess up.

So seriously, this needs to stop. I, for one, want to distance myself from such people as loudly and as strongly as I reasonably can. Making excuses for one’s bad behavior does not help anyone. It doesn’t help you, it doesn’t help the people you may have hurt or offended, and it really doesn’t help everyone else on the autism spectrum who are trying to make it in a strange and unfamiliar world. So please, please show us that you’re trying, even if it’s just a little bit.

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Just Try Harder


Sometimes people say rather hurtful things to me, and I’m sure others, with the best of intentions. They’re trying to give advice and really believe they’re saying something helpful, and somehow just don’t understand how hurtful it can be to hear them. Many of them can be generally classified as exhortations to just try harder.

All we need to do is just put in more effort, or take these classes, or see that type of therapist, or avoid those foods, and if we just worked at it, we’d be fine!

Thing is, it always seems like it carries the implication that I must not be working at things already, and it definitely carries the implication that I’m not working hard enough. It also implies that whatever it is they are encouraging me to fix can be fixed, so the fact that my aspie-ness is showing is somehow my fault. As “helpful advice” goes, I find it insulting and hurtful and not helpful at all. Especially because that particular brand of advice almost never comes when I’ve actually asked for advice. It seems to reside almost entirely in the realm of unsolicited advice, from people who think they know what’s wrong with me better than I do.

Here’s the deal. I do work. I work hard. But I don’t necessarily work hard at the things people think I should work hard at. I work hard to be able to walk up to an associate in a store to ask for help. I work hard to remember to reciprocate social questions. I work hard to deal with my sensory issues. I work hard to increase my mobility so I don’t hide in my house away from the world all the time. I work hard to talk to people I don’t know.

I do not work hard to hide my stimming, even in public. I only sort of work hard to hide my awkwardness in social situations. I do not push myself to keep my ASD hidden away, as though it’s somehow shameful or wrong. Yeah, I will apologize and try to improve if I am unintentionally rude or make a legitimate social slip, but I will not apologize for being strange or quirky or sensitive or twitchy or any number of other things that make me odd, but are not actually wrong.

“Trying harder” will not make my social awkwardness go away. “Trying harder” will not magically let me learn all the social protocols I have yet to learn. “Trying harder” will not cure my sensory issues. I already try damned hard.

I refuse to “try harder” to pass for normal. I pass or I don’t pass. I won’t apologize for who and what I am.

All of which means that “just try harder” is both useless and insulting, and not something I should have to hear from anyone. I can appreciate someone trying to be helpful (sort of) but please pay attention to the sorts of things you say, and what they may sound like from the other side.


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Miracle Mineral Solution

So there’s a new health quackery making the rounds.  Maybe you’ve heard of it – Miracle Mineral Solution, or MMS.

It has been touted as a cure for all sorts of things (“AIDS, hepatitis A,B and C, malaria, herpes, TB, most cancer and many more of mankind’s worse diseases”) but now AutismOne has helped them add a new thing to the list – autism.

To put it simply, MMS is bleach.  Industrial bleach that they are telling you to administer orally, or bathe in, or put in your eyes or ears, or administer as an enema to your autistic child in order to “cure” them.  They claim that because MMS has disinfectant properties and the same chemicals can be used to disinfect water, it can also somehow eliminate pathogens from your body and cure you of what ails you, whatever that happens to be.  Or cure your autistic child – and perpetuating this on children is far worse than doing it to yourself (which is really quite bad enough).

To put it less simply, it’s a 28% sodium chlorite solution which the user is supposed to activate by mixing it with something acidic like orange juice or vinegar.  Once that is done, it causes a chemical reaction changing the sodium chlorite to chlorine dioxide.  Chlorine dioxide is an industrial bleaching agent.

Not surprisingly, use of this stuff tends to cause vomiting and diarrhea.  What probably should be surprising but isn’t is that proponents of MMS claim that vomiting and diarrhea are signs that it’s working.  Other people have gone over the scientific aspects of its problems far better than I could, so I simply invite you to read what they have written if you are curious – though admittedly, I would hope that “bleach enema” would be enough for anyone to stay away from the stuff.

Also, if you are interested, there is a petition on change.org urging a ban on MMS as a curative agent (it obviously still has industrial uses).


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I am not a puzzle


I am not feeling terribly inspired this week, so I’m just going to do a brief rant about how autism is symbolized.  I don’t like the puzzle, I don’t like being represented by a puzzle, and I don’t like trying to separate ASDs from those on the spectrum with claims that it only represents the autism.  Don’t care, do not like.

One of it’s representations (probably the one I take greatest issue with) is that it represents how autism, or people on the spectrum, are “puzzling.”  So taking a quick look at that – I am puzzling, people don’t always understand me or the way that I think and process the world, therefore I am a puzzle.

However, I find neurotypicals puzzling.  I don’t always understand them or the way they thing and process the world.  Does that mean that they are a puzzle as well?  No, it means that I am deficient in some way, disabled by being on the spectrum and cut off from everyone else.

Partly I sorta resign myself to that attitude.  Neurotypicals are in the majority and they get to decide what fits and what doesn’t. They get to say that their standard is the only standard, and they get to point at me and say I am puzzling but they are not. Nonetheless, I protest being symbolized that way.  I make total sense to me, and neurotypicals finding me puzzling does not somehow mean that I *am* a puzzle.


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I’ve decided to just go ahead and be opinionated today.

I like labels.  I like them a lot.  Now, I’m probably biased since I really like words in general – words are such amazing fantastic things, with meanings and layers of meaning and nuance and connotations and all sorts of things.  Words are cool.  There are all sorts of types of words, and most of those types are fabulous, including labels.

I have found that there are many people out there who dislike labels.  The usual reasons given are that labels pigeonhole people, or put people in boxes, or define people and therefor limit them.  Personally, I very strongly disagree with all of that.  Ok, I agree that those are bad things to do, but I disagree that labels do that.  People do that and use labels as an excuse, but in my experience people don’t really need labels to do it.  There are all sorts of excuses; labels are just one of many.

Personally, I find labels incredibly useful.  Using a label to define a person is a stupid way to use it.  Using a label to describe a person, on the other hand, is very useful indeed.  It’s helpful to me personally to have labels for myself – like, for instance, Asperger’s.  My life has gotten so incredibly much better since I got that label!  It has helped me to understand myself better – to give myself a context that helps to explain my oddities.  It doesn’t define me or pigeonhole me or limit me.  Instead, it describes me.

Interestingly, as much as some people claim to be against labels, they only seem to be against some labels.  For instance, I have yet to have anyone complain to me about labels when I describe myself as a crafter.  Or as a cat person.  Or as a woman.  Or as a rider.  Or as any number of words I use to describe myself.  I have never managed to figure out what it is that is suppose to make some labels bad, and other labels not bad.  So instead I just don’t worry about it – labels are good.  Sometimes people use them in bad ways.  That is not the fault of the label, it is the fault of the person who used it.

In other news, TACA has yet to get back to me, nor have they corrected their erroneous “fact.”  Given that it’s been almost a week, I do not consider this a good sign.

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