The autistic dragon is out of its cage

[matrixrefugee]

...And it is ready to eat shock-talk-show-jock Michael Savage:

http://mediamatters.org/items/200807170005

I want this great-grandmother-fucking bastard's head and genitals on a silver platter. I *WISH* I was only faking being autistic. I wish I was only faking the meltdowns. I wish I was faking the sensory intergration problems that usually trigger those meltdowns. It's bastards like Savage that make it hard to live with this condition, since they refuse to acknowlege what I have to live with on a day to day, hour to hour, moment by moment basis, and then they treat me like it's my fault, like I'm doing it on purpose to get my own way, when it just means I'm stressed out beyond what my brain can handle. I only wish I was faking the faulty synapses between my brain nuerons. I had to break up with a guy because he refused to acknowledge what's going on with me, even though I *know* there's something not right with me, even though I've had two different health care professionals and a job coach with two autistic sons tell me I was autistic. And if anyone could earmark me as autistic, it was probably the job coach, since he's seen the marks of it day in and day out.

I come from an intact nuclear family, Mr. Savage. We didn't find out I'm autistic till I was twenty-nine years old, and until then, we thought it was a learning disability, but I suppose, by your reasoning, the fact that anything beyond basic math made my head spin, just meant I'm a dumb bitch. My mom certainly didn't read the DSM-4 and coach me on how to act autistic: the DSM-4 doesn't go into the sensory intergration issues, and believe me, there's no way to fake being overwhelmed by a social situation your brain can't process quickly or by the level of noise in the room, and the effects are cumulative. I don't get overwhelmed the minute I walk into a crowded room with a hundred people all talking at once. The feeling of being overwhelmed usually starts after maybe a half an hour, depending on how good I was feeling before I walked into the crowded room. If I was feeling stressed or tired before I came into that room, the overwhelmed feeling might start within as little as fifteen minutes.

:: Reaches for the fake Death Note notebook...::

Comments

[elaryn.livejournal.com]

WTF? He doesn't "believe" in autism or Asperger's? That's like people who don't "believe" in fibromyalgia or DID or any number of other mental and physical problems. The folks who suffer from them aren't faking and wish to God they were.

*growls* Can I get in line to kick this guy?

[matrixrefugee.livejournal.com]

Better take a number and find a thick book to read: there's a long, long line of people ahead of us...

[elaryn.livejournal.com]

On second thought, maybe I don't want to kick him...not unless I'm wearing old shoes I was going to throw out anyway.

[ladyneferankh.livejournal.com]

* hugs tightly *

I think I'll join that line, though in my case it's a quick punch I'd like to give him. Maybe I should make some ice cold lemonade while we wait? (And you and elaryn could take turns reading aloud ).

[matrixrefugee.livejournal.com]

Hee, perfect for a warm summer's day. :: Holds up the Complete Works of Jane Austen:: I think this will do quite nicely for a thick book to read while we wait...

[nightofcydonia.livejournal.com]

Shame the Death Note's only a fake. I'm not autistic (although there are a few of the condition's traits that are a little too familar if you catch my drift) but I am dyspraxic and I've had my own share of people who think my problems are just me being awkward. It sucks. No one has the right to pass comment on the mind of another or belittle any misery they have to endure for there is no way that they can have any idea what they're talking about.
~Weaver

[matrixrefugee.livejournal.com]

Hah... I'll admit, this is the first time I've heard of dyspraxia, but it sure gives me something to look up and get my mind off the gibbering loon that was the cause for this entry...

And ooh, yes, I have my days when I wish that fake Death Note of mine was real... Needless to say, I take care to write down fitting ends for the targets of my indignation, though with ...certain creative and spectacular embellishments. In Mr. Savage's case, a confluence of throat cancer, a laryngectomy and a short-circuit from a defective implanted artificial voice box...

[nightofcydonia.livejournal.com]

How very poetic, not to mention imaginitive.

Dyspraxia is one of those conditions that's a bit tricky to define, not least because in my case at least it's something of a jack of all trades. I don't really think of it as a handicap so much as a monumental pain in the arse.

~Weaver

[tortillafactory.livejournal.com]

My parents used to have his show on all the time, I can totally imagine him saying something like this. But the more I think about it, the more it surprises me - because back in the day, before people understood what Alzheimer's was all about, he did a shitload of research and wrote a book trying to help people understand the disease. What's happened to him since then?

I guess something he's had no personal experience with doesn't matter to him. Far too many people feel that way.

I think one of the problems with psychiatric and mental disorders is that they can be faked by people who want attention, and that small percentage of people ends up representing the whole. I'd place equal blame on idiots like Savage and people who use faked diseases to get attention...because they do exist, and they're just propagating the stigma that "it's in your head = you can control it."

Another big issue, I think, is some people who refuse to accept that their physical disorders have a psychological basis. That does NOT mean that it's "fake" or that they're attention-whoring, it just means that they need to seek a different mode of treatment. If we could eliminate that stigma, then people who are suffering might be more open to accepting psychological diagnoses.

I've gone off on a complete tangent here, but I think this is a very interesting topic to discuss.

[matrixrefugee.livejournal.com]

By all accounts, he seems to have become the conservative answer to Howard Stern (Except that Howard Stern is actually funny sometimes).

I'm minded of one of the saner things that the nurse practitioner I tried working with said, and that was that there's some evidence that a lot of physical disorders have a link to the way the brain works, and as soon as we can find ways to treat the triggers in the brain, the sooner we can treat these conditions and, at the same time, remove the stigma that even to this day is still aimed at people with psychological difficulties.

[tortillafactory.livejournal.com]

I think it's become much more obvious in recent years that the mind/body connection is tighter than we had ever thought before. Why do placebos work? Medical science could definitely benefit from exploring illnesses and diseases for which placebos have a particularly good track record, and seeing what they find. Should we brand everyone with these diseases as "faking it," or should we reconsider the role of the brain in physical health?

The stigma of addiction is beginning to fade, and as a result, some people with chronic pain conditions are starting to get treatment for their underlying psychiatric condition - addiction - and finding that their brains, when removed from the reinforcing triggers of addictive pain medications, magically make the pain disappear. I'd love to see this start happening with other illnesses, because I believe that it can.

A lot of people in the medical field are resistant to change, but I have faith that some of the younger minds that are entering it these days will ultimately make big changes.

[cockatiel-art.livejournal.com]

Hoooly SH*T. Just read this entry and I missed a bastard of a convo! Must..kill... Savage...


I have the same problems with schizophrenia and depression. I look 'normal' so people don't take it seriously. Hell, my own psychiatrist told me if I stopped feeling sorry for myself the depression would go away! Ugh. This from someone who sees me ONCE A YEAR and won't listen to me when I do have problems.

Bastards, the lot of them. **adds name to her 'kill book'**