This is a missive to multiple people. I hope they all pay attention. Unfortunately, some of them cannot because they are not part of the community, but that is the breaks for them.
All right, that's it.
For all intents and purposes, I'd like everyone to forget I was ever diagnosed with anything, let alone twice with the DSM being read off to me when I objected strenuously. There's nothing wrong with me and I am not a unique and special snowflake, and I came into this world fully equipped with all of the behavioral information I needed. Indeed, I lied and have been enormously popular since the ripe young age of two. I am The Most Popular. I am actually the president. Obama is a fake and occasionally bungles up policy, but that is right--I am The Real President.
I'm not genderqueer or bisexual either, by the way, because there's no physical evidence you can draw upon from Over Here On the Internet. I've never crossdressed and I've never kissed a girl. I'm so normal that I am the average American with one ovary and one testicle, so the standard rubrics no longer apply.
So the next person who wants to question me or tell me I'm not that bad can fuck right off. I may have communicated imperfectly and I may be a hell of a lot better over the computer than I am in normal life, but that doesn't give anyone the right to project onto me that there's nothing wrong just because you never saw me when it was really bad. Well, it would be impossible for you to see me when it was really bad, because actually... you've never seen me, and a lot of these things can't be explored through text. Indeed, it was partially a mental struggle over this very question that led me to drop out of school, constantly looking for fuel for each side of the argument and never accepting any answer. In fact, given half a chance, I shovel whatever social problems I have under the carpet, behave as I would naturally in a social situation, and proceed to be never spoken to again.
So fuck off. I guess that this imperialism of my mind is the sign that I've succeeded in looking normal enough online, just as men--and only men, and not only professors--telling me that I have to major in mathematics to Help Out The Female Cause is par for the course once you've made it past a certain level.
My mind, my self-knowledge, my intellect. They belong to me and I am not submitting them to any more control than is strictly necessary. I revealed things about myself that I found embarrassing not in order to be told that they didn't happen or that I didn't count in the great Numbering of Things, but in order to offer additional perspective, much as I inform folks when they're buying into sexist narratives as a matter of offering additional perspective. I am sensitive to these things not because I always used to notice, but because I used to do them, and then people yelled at me and told me to stop. A second embarrassment.
Surprisingly, being offered additional perspective is a privilege. My offering my experience is not free. It represents a cost to me. That cost is sometimes repaid in terms of people looking for ways to tell me what to do or ways to find me being Just As Bad (feminism), or people telling me that I am just like everyone else and just need to get off my high horse (autism spectrum nonsense).
I have my own life plans and my own social plans, and I only point out the most egregious anti-progressivist bullcrap here--and usually with an attempt to be nice about it if it seems like the person in question isn't attempting to be rude.
So, I dunno. This is a PSA from someone who doesn't have that much emotional energy, and if you constantly had people asking what was wrong with you and underlining how ABNORMAL you are (I have gotten this too, by the way. Everyone thinks I am foreign), or if you had people saying "you should do x because it will advance men's interests," you'd understand just how ridiculous this all was.
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