Monday, June 1, 2020

Comments by Joey Tavares

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  • Greetings: it has been some time since I checked in. As I commit these past few months, and next few for-evers, to my continuance, I must pop in and give thanks.

    I will take some time this week to ‘catch up’ with posts, as I am able.

    To Bonnie Burstow, Pacific Dawn, and all posters near and far, THANK YOU. I have been impacted greatly by your efforts, and am now referring to myself as a Highly Sensitive Intuitive Empath. I suppose that acronym-ically, that would be pronounced ‘hissy’ – mayhap fitting, indeed!!! 😉

    I am not a disease. I am not an illness. I am the exception to the rule of the majority cognition, whatever that is, and as an exception, I add to the bounty of our diverse collective and its evolution.

    I dearly thank you. I am, if this group of posters will kindly grant permission, going to use the materials posted here that I’ve learned from, as the base starting point for my research for my PhD application and thesis: investigating the intersection of cognitive liberty, identity, disease modelling, and divestment of informed self recognition as an illness, to independent self identifying as an exceptional being.

    Thank you all for assisting me in a growth that is, at this time, almost impossible. WE are the impossible, and changing my reflection in the mirror, albeit a work I must take responsibility for, merits accolades to the group of intellects who helped me to inform myself.

    With all sincerity, wherever and whomever you may be, I love you dearly. From the top of my heart, my gratitude will last to my rocking chair and far, far beyond.

    Merci mille fois!!!

    In kinship and solidarity,

    Le Joey

  • Pacific Dawn, this is an absolute truth. I am fortunate to have been an adult when I came into my own, with regards. I stand against any onus foisted upon children regarding whom they are, and the profit sharks intent on abuses by dint of imposition of identity must have their spurious wont curtailed at all costs.


    Autism: being one’s self.

    Many of us in the autistic community have never been diagnosed, and do not subscribe to medications, or other allopathic mis-alignments, such as psychiatry.

    We recognize each other as a community of neuro-diverse beings, who share very specific and similar traits.

    Although indeed, the master’s tools will never take down the master’s house (whoever presupposes they themselves are that), the psychiatrist who coined this phrase took from Latin to do so, and is not the owner of this terminological twist of fate. Originator, perhaps. Autists ourselves are the reason this term came into being, and it may be in the future that we succeed in having this identity taken out from under the tattered umbrella that sought to wield a shield over our existence.

    Rain or Shine, We Are.

    Changing the minds of the community of autists to use another self-referent may come about. I will strive, in the interests of community, cognitive liberty, and the greater anti-abusive collective, to satisfy these aims. Not, however, in the interests of placating other ideologies or political stances where our group identity is concerned. We will decide how we are referred to.

    I can speak for myself in identifying with other identifiers, such as neuro-plastic, or highly sensitive. I do not speak for other autists, their family members, or their communities of other neuro-diverse beings, who do not see this term as diminutive, depreciative, or of medical origin, however true this last aspect may be.

    To take an anti-psychiatric stance, being autistic is not an illness, although specific illnesses can and do occur. Psychiatry is but one modality of allopathic medicine that is contestable; there are many. My autistic identity is a difference that can sometimes inhibit participation in the social realm of a fashion that other beings find feasible. Yet more-so, autism is a blessing: a state of being, perspective, and plasticity I would wish on anyone, in spite of aforementioned difficulties.

    Under the auspices of cognitive liberty, I am fortunate that I can make up my own mind, and remain grateful as anyone for the liberty to change it.

    I greatly appreciate the contributions of all posters; supportive, informative, or contesting. I have learned a great deal from this thread, and I thank you deeply with Love.

  • To that end, if I may be so bold: homosexuality itself was once a condition listed in the DSM. It is not, to my knowledge, considered a psychiatric disorder currently.

    In hopes the identifier autism will one day benefit from such freedom. Although the term originated questionably, I reclaim, as many divergent and diverse demographics have, in the modern cultural milieu, done with their own questionably originated monikers.

    Be well, and thank you for the opportunity to contribute.

  • Bonnie, I see this clearly. Thank you, as I was somewhat perplexed. My friends and acquaintances who are close to me on the human spectrum of neuro being do, or might likely, feel the same. We are not psychiatrized, nor do we wish to be.

    The subscription ends.

    As a learning member of the human family, I identify with the term autism as a collective; this is how we know one another. I will use the identifier here forth only to facilitate communications. My gratitude to this experience.

  • I have only ever felt oppressed by those who insist they are an expert on my identity, and demand I see that my identifiable reality “really doesn’t mean anything”.

    Tantamount to telling me my homosexuality is an aberrance that must be extinguished from my mind in order for me to be “real” and “free”.

    Entirely oppressive, as much as one-line support smirks from the evanescent peanut gallery.

    My thanks for proving my point.

    These types of oppressions have nothing to do with diversity, or liberty, cognitive or otherwise. They are individuals insisting that their worldview is the only one.

    History has shown us what these types of individuals can destructively accomplish with their eugenic-like tunnel vision.

    It is heartening to realize that these mindsets are fast becoming a minority in our physical and cognitive realm.

    We all have a right to what and how we think. Cognitive liberty as an ideal defines a right to self-determination (aka self-identification) as absolute.

    Would you walk up to me and tell me to my face that I am not a homosexual, and that my identifying as such is a socially determined oppression?

    Why are you doing this with autism?

    This is beyond me. At that, I have no scope with which to understand that which is not me; how could I possibly do that?

    It isn’t me.

    Yet I accept that that which is not me has as much right to exist as I do. Respect isn’t born of, or borne by, understanding; it is a function of acceptance.

    I do not have the need to convince another of who or what they should be. I believe in the principles of diversity and liberty, cognitive or otherwise, and although I will contest any opine that deigns to define me for another’s sense of self, I accept that opinion’s right to exist, and will contest in kind but to maintain my boundaries, identity, and cognitive liberty.

    We all have the right to think what we think, and the right to self-determination. I accept divergent views, as long as they do not insist their way must be my way.

    Have a great life.

    I am.

  • Thanks for your post. I appreciate you, and our divergent views.

    I don’t consider Autism an illness. It is a blessing. I am a lucky being.

    It is good to hope for, and experience, two disparate beings practicing and sharing their independent cognitive liberty, both of us on the same page.

    I salute you.

  • Cute. And uninformed. Are you on the Autism Spectrum?

    I think not.

    I bathe three to four times weekly in sulfur salts, as my ‘autistic’ liver (a non-psychological organ) does not process enzymatically without the sulfur I absorb through my skin, which my ‘autistic’ liver cannot produce on its own. My brain chemistry works differently – sedatives keep me awake, and stimulants put me to sleep, much to the chagrin of anesthesiologists who have had me wake up in the middle of surgeries in spite of their best efforts. Certain common medications have the capacity to kill my ‘autistic’ body, whereas a more typical endocrine system can abide. I am fortunate to have a great rapport with a many-hat physician who works with me as I am, and not as outsiders would have me.

    I am high-functioning.

    Those on the other end of our spectrum – good poster, what is not autistic about the lower functioning members of my ilk?

    Do allow me to give a ‘lower’ functioning autistic a chance to ‘speak’ for herself…

    This comment, and psychiatric/psychological positioning (pontificating) that autism is not real is tantamount to those who insist “you are not special”.

    Yes, I am.

    As is every being on our neuro-diverse human spectrum.

    Get over it.

    Here’s some other drivel ignorant people say to, or about, autistics. Superbly positioned by a juvenile, yet not specifically targeted to the more mundane lens…


    I do not use meds, or psychiatry, or psychology to deal with my exceptionalities. Respect, acceptance, and a commitment to be accommodating as I seek accommodation – these have garnered great dividends for this late diagnosis self-expert. My disclosures haven’t resulted in any sort of “all will be well now” with “those who can finally understand me”.


    Autism isn’t a label, just as ‘deaf’ is not a label, or ‘blind’, nor ‘scoliosis’, nor ‘scleroid’. If you aren’t it, don’t speak for it. A differentiation is simply that: a shade of being, a sense of direction and shape, an acculturated truism, not a cure-all for those whose efforts towards self-discovery can continue past each achievement of self.

    Queen Gertrude comes to mind, here. Much too loudly, good dawn. To dusk, and a setting sun on the need to dis-identify an Other.

    Autistics are approaching 25% of live-births worldwide, and will, within a century, be the “typical” of this neurodivergent species.

    You do not speak for me.

    The beauty of the neuro-diverity movement is our breadth to speak for ouselves, as individuals who make up a collective, without castigation or the need to prove or disprove another.

    I am.

    We are.

    This way, we shall go far…

  • As an autistic man, I find my disclosure is oft encountered with, “Aren’t we all just a little autistic?” or “Why are you separating yourself with a label?” or “Stop labelling others as ‘normal’.”

    It’s offensive. We aren’t all “just a little bit deaf”, we aren’t all “just a little bit blind” – there is a majority (neuro-typical) and those who are not part of the majority.

    I am autitistic. I am a neuro-diverse being. I am.

  • I am fortunate; as a reasonably intelligent late diagnosis autistic man, I was (and have been) spared a great deal of the “interventions” the caustically informed neuro-typical psych brigade now near the fore of society’s cultural evolution that could have been impinged upon me. If I had been subject to psychiatric medical regimens, either chemically with drugs, or physically with measures such as ECT (a common practice on youngsters with autism in the UK), I might not have the wherewithal to write this today; I’d have a much different series of outcomes at hand.

    Cognitive liberty, the notion that a being is first and foremost allowed to be a different thinker, would necessitate a different course of action – what would the world for autistic and other neuro-diverse youngsters be if psychiatry wasn’t touting a “calming the brain” solution such as ECT, and instead, we collectively worked, as human kin, to calming the exceptionally caustic environment we live in, and the myriad poisonousl inflows our industrially mechanized life, school, work and commute, and food production systems put upon our endocrine systems?

    A different world. One more conducive to actual health, both mental and physical, rather than a barbaric attempt to use electricity to overwhelm and exasperate a naturally sensitive way of being. A world where those who could tolerate these sickening environs weren’t positioned as successful, merely for being able to tolerate their untimely demises a few more decades than the “challenged”.

    Indeed, life here is a challenge. A position of cognitive liberty as integral to our cultural understandings of what it means to be human would begin to address some of the challenges that we put, or allow to be put, on our beings as a whole.

    A different kind of profitability.