In which Kippur rambles aimlessly.
Oct. 8th, 2007 10:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kippurbirdKippur is in pain. Her arm has decided to act up again. It does so about once a year. With lots of shooting pains and other fun stuff. Shlomo has reappeared. Fortunately Kippur is going to the doctor for her stomach today.
I was also highly insulted yesterday. I went to an AGUA meeting (a social group for high functioning autistic people/aspies) yesterday and not feeling up to snuff I brought my sketch book to work on a gray scale drawing of a picture I wanted to paint. To get the shading right. At one point I got up and left my sketch book where I had been sitting, to talk to some people. One of the Parents came up to me and said that she had skimmed through my book and wanted to know if she could get a better look at it.
Yes. They went through my private things without my permission. Now the sketch book had pretty innocent drawings and sketches in it, but that's not the point. The point is that the sketch book is MINE. I did not put it in a public place. I had actually left it kinda hidden. So she had to seek it out to look at it. And she did it without my permission. Why?
Because for some reason a lot of parents haven't gotten it through their heads that autistic people have a right to privacy. And that we wouldn't mind, because we don't show emotion in the same ways they do. Also they tend to think that we're all five and so we wouldn't have anything private anyway. After all five year olds don't have any sort of secrets, now do they?
It makes me want to show them some of my more... adult works. XD
Then, later on, a pair of parents come up to me, having seen me working on the drawing and ask if they could look at the book. Seeing as how they asked, I let them.
They did the "Oh Let's Give the Autistic Person Self Esteem Strokes" bit. That's when they ooh and aww over ... whatever it is, without even really looking at it. I know they didn't look at it because they couldn't tell the difference between marker and pencil. Also they used that voice. The patronizing voice that says "We're so amazed that you can do this. Aren't you the talented little puppy."
I hate that.
Please. I'm twenty nine. I have a Master's Degree. Don't treat me like I'm five. I would like to be treated like an adult.
Gee, you're not able to tell the difference between markers and pencil. Maybe you need some educational therapy. Then you'll be able to learn how to tell the difference. Oh! You identified that this is a person. Very good! And yes, this isn't a finished drawing. Excellent!
Gee you're going into people's private property. Did you know that was wrong? I think we need to work on not going into people's things. Sometimes people don't like to share what they have. It's personal. That means it's very important to them and they may not want other people to see it. If you would like to see it you need to ask for permission. Do you think you could do that?
That's what I should have said to them.
And finally on a slightly nuttier note, the true immaculate conception.
"Mary?"
"Yes, Joseph."
"We have a problem."
"What is that dear?"
"I'm pregnant."
(After all, how else could Jesus be descended from David? You get your tribe from your father and your religion from your mother according to Judaism)
I was also highly insulted yesterday. I went to an AGUA meeting (a social group for high functioning autistic people/aspies) yesterday and not feeling up to snuff I brought my sketch book to work on a gray scale drawing of a picture I wanted to paint. To get the shading right. At one point I got up and left my sketch book where I had been sitting, to talk to some people. One of the Parents came up to me and said that she had skimmed through my book and wanted to know if she could get a better look at it.
Yes. They went through my private things without my permission. Now the sketch book had pretty innocent drawings and sketches in it, but that's not the point. The point is that the sketch book is MINE. I did not put it in a public place. I had actually left it kinda hidden. So she had to seek it out to look at it. And she did it without my permission. Why?
Because for some reason a lot of parents haven't gotten it through their heads that autistic people have a right to privacy. And that we wouldn't mind, because we don't show emotion in the same ways they do. Also they tend to think that we're all five and so we wouldn't have anything private anyway. After all five year olds don't have any sort of secrets, now do they?
It makes me want to show them some of my more... adult works. XD
Then, later on, a pair of parents come up to me, having seen me working on the drawing and ask if they could look at the book. Seeing as how they asked, I let them.
They did the "Oh Let's Give the Autistic Person Self Esteem Strokes" bit. That's when they ooh and aww over ... whatever it is, without even really looking at it. I know they didn't look at it because they couldn't tell the difference between marker and pencil. Also they used that voice. The patronizing voice that says "We're so amazed that you can do this. Aren't you the talented little puppy."
I hate that.
Please. I'm twenty nine. I have a Master's Degree. Don't treat me like I'm five. I would like to be treated like an adult.
Gee, you're not able to tell the difference between markers and pencil. Maybe you need some educational therapy. Then you'll be able to learn how to tell the difference. Oh! You identified that this is a person. Very good! And yes, this isn't a finished drawing. Excellent!
Gee you're going into people's private property. Did you know that was wrong? I think we need to work on not going into people's things. Sometimes people don't like to share what they have. It's personal. That means it's very important to them and they may not want other people to see it. If you would like to see it you need to ask for permission. Do you think you could do that?
That's what I should have said to them.
And finally on a slightly nuttier note, the true immaculate conception.
"Mary?"
"Yes, Joseph."
"We have a problem."
"What is that dear?"
"I'm pregnant."
(After all, how else could Jesus be descended from David? You get your tribe from your father and your religion from your mother according to Judaism)
