Sometimes, I’m really surprised that I can talk at all, surprised that I actually have a voice. When I teach, I feel so different and utterly disconnected from who I am in reality. I suddenly don the mask of being social, of being talkative.
Revisitation: Jenny McCarthy on Oprah. In a comment on the Livejournal Asperger’s forum, I coined her display as the “new McCarthyism.” Another blogger apparently shares my sentiments (smart people think alike — sometimes). Admittedly, since Livejournal’s comment dates/times are all incomprehensible to me, I can’t figure which of us used it first, but we certainly [...]
I watched the Oprah special on autism today, with Jenny McCarthy and Holly Robinson Peete: Their Fight to Save Their Autistic Sons. I have a good deal to say, only, it stems from no productive part of my brain, so I think I’ll curtail all bloggerly manifestos until my minimal, thimerosal-induced cognitive resources have had [...]
During a professional development workshop, we were asked to remix images, to swap rhetorical contexts and purposes in order to arrive at a new message. Out of ideas, I decided to parody curebie ads from organizations such as Cure Autism Now / Defeat Autism Now. No offense meant to neurotypicals. Honest. [Click for larger image.]
I literally hate all fruit: it’s not a taste thing (usually); it’s wholly tactile. The only two fruits I can stand are apples and cantaloupe — and, even then, they have to be cut a certain way, in very tiny pieces, for me to stand them. Fruit is slimy and chunky and gross, and biting [...]
