Someone’s breaking point, how we behave when we reach it, that’s not “the real” us.
Character is something we play around others so they like us.
How you behave when you are well -supported, that’s the real you.
We are meant to support each other, social mammals, primates, us.
When we choose to treat others differently because we don’t like them, we become the problem.
We waste our energy trying to punish instead of working together to solve the problem.
Stop telling people with PTSD that we have no right to traumatize others with our trauma.
Trauma goes hand in hand with feeling like no one can keep you safe, having no one to help you process the pain and fear, no community to rally around you and remind you who you are.
PTSD is physical brain damage. Brain damage alters behavior. It’s not a choice.
Bipolar is a problem, not the person struggling with it.
ADHD is the problem, not the person struggling with it.
Ignorance, both accidental and purposeful, that’s the problem.
People can’t help their cognitive bias – big dumb phrase that just means your beliefs. Your beliefs shape your perspective. You expect information to confirm your beliefs, and reject information that feels wrong.
If you believe the same thing everyone you care to talk to believes, then you will naturally feel like your beliefs are “common sense,” that anyone who thinks differently is wrong, and wrong people who refuse to get right are bad. On the subconscious.
What is the point of getting diagnosed when no one cares to understand what it means?
Before 2020, I thought autism was a communication disorder that made some people savants with poor social skills, and other people more obviously disabled.
I thought the little girl I was caring for had it, and researched to help me care for her. I learned autism is so much more than anything I’d ever imagined.
I don’t understand how you can love someone with diagnosable autism symptoms and not learn everything you can about us so you can understand us as we are, instead of comparing us with a dream of who you wish we were.
Turned out my whole family is autistic, but does that make grandparents seek to educate themselves?
Sigh.
Adventures of an Earthborn Alien 