what a waste
I guess giving up on thinking the world out of it's problems seems a tragedy because it's the only thing I've got left that I try to do for my society. It seems like my intellect was my only gift and for it to have gone unused seems very sad.
But you need either a personality or a penis to do more, regardless of your IQ.
Maybe if I'd not been steeped in expectations by people trying to inspire me to rise to greatness I wouldn't be bothered so much at failing to rise even to mediocrity.
I still remember people telling me that my IQ was a responsibility and I was going to be so valuable to the world because of it. They waxed on enthusiastically about my childish potential, my creativity, my imagination, and how clever and pretty I was. But there just was no way to maximize those talents while being autistic and just functional enough to get no targeted care or training or support.
People just can't do it on their own and anyone who claims he did is lying or oblivious to the existence of other humans who had other choices in his life. That must be the greatest tragedy, that men like Trump take the credit for their own success and never pay attention to the many people they used, manipulated, stepped on or relied on during their lives. Unless one of these people manages to threaten the great one's position, they never even get a thanks.
I find myself now in a world where instead of collecting up the other kids in the neighborhood to play a game in the park, kids sit down somewhere with a device to watch videos or manipulate a virtual reality in a game. Social skills on the micro level are going to vanish. I find it frightening to know i have to watch this happen and that it's going to happen to me directly, as it already is.
We who "fall through the cracks" are actually not gone anywhere, not hiding in a crack at all, we're just keeping ourselves to ourselves rather than continue to face the discomforts doled out to us by our fellow humans. It's easier to starve in the shadows than be beaten in the square.
Okay, later.
But you need either a personality or a penis to do more, regardless of your IQ.
Maybe if I'd not been steeped in expectations by people trying to inspire me to rise to greatness I wouldn't be bothered so much at failing to rise even to mediocrity.
I still remember people telling me that my IQ was a responsibility and I was going to be so valuable to the world because of it. They waxed on enthusiastically about my childish potential, my creativity, my imagination, and how clever and pretty I was. But there just was no way to maximize those talents while being autistic and just functional enough to get no targeted care or training or support.
People just can't do it on their own and anyone who claims he did is lying or oblivious to the existence of other humans who had other choices in his life. That must be the greatest tragedy, that men like Trump take the credit for their own success and never pay attention to the many people they used, manipulated, stepped on or relied on during their lives. Unless one of these people manages to threaten the great one's position, they never even get a thanks.
I find myself now in a world where instead of collecting up the other kids in the neighborhood to play a game in the park, kids sit down somewhere with a device to watch videos or manipulate a virtual reality in a game. Social skills on the micro level are going to vanish. I find it frightening to know i have to watch this happen and that it's going to happen to me directly, as it already is.
We who "fall through the cracks" are actually not gone anywhere, not hiding in a crack at all, we're just keeping ourselves to ourselves rather than continue to face the discomforts doled out to us by our fellow humans. It's easier to starve in the shadows than be beaten in the square.
Okay, later.