“The infinite possibility of existence, its limitless potential, is the proof that we need that love is nothing more than an imagination, a human folly, friendship swollen with self-importance, a final retreat from the storm of possibility. The love of our life could so easily have been someone else. It is random and accidental, haphazard and unsystematic. That which we feel for one person, clinging on to the delusion of destiny, could so easily be felt for a million people should the timing and the meetings and the mutual readiness have coalesced at some other time in some other place.”—Daniel Kitson, The World is Too Big
For mentally ill people, there is a constant reminder that you are not good enough for relationships, you don’t deserve them, and thus you need to cling to what you’ve got. You should stay with an abusive partner because it’s better than nothing and you may not be able to find another relationship. And often, such relationships cultivate dependency, as well. People may be reliant on their partners to assist them with tasks of daily living, which means they cannot leave, and their framing as a burden may lead them to think they deserve the abuse because they’re such a drag on the relationship.
“I went downstairs all by myself and looked out through the windows of the private office and kitchen. I’m not imagining it when I say that looking up at the sky, the clouds, the moon, and the stars makes me feel calm and hopeful. It’s better medicine than either valerian or bromide; nature makes me feel humble and ready to take each blow with courage. Just my luck that except for rare occasions, I’m only able to gaze at nature through very dirty windows with dusty curtains hanging in front of them.”—Anne Frank
Would you feel less comfortable going into a relatively familiar social situation if you were blindfolded? Or if the background noise was so loud that you could barely discern what anyone was saying?
I have full faculty of my senses, but I’m trying to find a good analogy for why I get extremely tense about socialising on account of my greatly reduced ability to read tone and body language. At times I do feel like I’m missing a ‘sense’ in some way, but I don’t know if that’s a completely bigoted description.
First noted in 1959 by Hilda M. Bruce, the Bruce Effect is a phenomenon in which certain scents induce abortions in pregnant rodents. Such effect has been observed in deer-mice, meadow voles, and collared lemmings. If a female’s mate disappears after conception and an unfamiliar male starts loitering around, the new male’s smell will inhibit the production of key hormones, causing the female’s pregnancy to abort. If not, there is a high possibility that the interloper would end up eating the pups. The female then has to make a hard decision — better to lose the young as embryos than as pups.
A peep of chickens. A brood of hens. A clattering of choughs. A covert of coots. A murder of crows. A trip of dotterel. A flight of doves. A badling of ducks. A charm of goldfinches. A gaggle of geese. A rasp of guinea fowl. A cast of hawks. A siege of herons. A clattering of jackdaws. A desert of lapwings. An exaltation of larks. A musket of lyrebirds. A tidings of magpies. A watch of nightingales. A parliament of owls. A covey of partridges. A muster of peafowl. A flock of pigeons. A congregation of plovers. A bevy of quail. An unkindness of ravens. A building of rooks. A walk of snipe. A host of sparrows. A murmuration of starlings. A herd of swans. A spring of teal. A venue of vultures. A fall of woodcocks.
I love reading, but as one of the millions of people who aren’t privileged enough to be able to read ‘normally’, the elitist attitude that I often see towards books on Tumblr annoys the living crap out of me.
To say that people who don’t read are inferior to you is incredibly ableist.
To say that people who don’t read are somehow wasting their time is judgemental and privilege-denying. Not all people have access to libraries. Not all people have enough time in the day for leisure activities. Not all people can read fluently. And most of all, it is perfectly legitimate not to enjoy reading if that’s how you are.
Here’s what the minor British TV presenter has to say about the UK riots:
From where I was standing on holiday in peaceful Croatia, the UK looked to me like a chaotic, anarchic, lawless third world country.
Law and order has truly broken down. This is partly due to the awarding of too many rights to children, soft sentences being given because of prison overcrowding and the police being unable to do their jobs because they’re strangled by paperwork and liberal, politically correct dogma.
[David Cameron] can start by ditching the one thing that makes criminals think they can get away with murder, theft, criminal damage and all manner of other crimes — the Human Rights Act.
I hope things soon return to normal. I don’t want to feel scared when I leave the house. I want to feel safe and protected from these revolting morons who don’t deserve to be in the human race.
I’m not even going to bother providing a commentary on this. It speaks for itself.
Patterns. Patterns beyond patterns. Me, the human mind, making patterns where no patterns exist.
You, the other, the ethereal. You need no grids, no boxes, no lines. If I am geometric, then you are a dazzling shoot of plumes and radiance and colours all twisting and melding, lingering for a moment, then dissolving in the summer wind.
A vast pit of my hatred is reserved for people who claim that the Internet is unilaterally A BAD THING.
I’ll expand on this at some future date, but I would not have anything like the quality of life I do without the ability to talk to other humans without face-to-face contact. I’d probably have around 30% of the friends I’m blessed with today, and I’d have never been kissed, let alone entered any kind of meaningful romantic relationship. Through years of practice, much of that online, I’ve been able to manage my social difficulties and anxieties to the point where I’m pretty much capable of functioning socially offline in most situations, even if I come off as a bit ‘weird’.
I’m not going to assume that this is the case for all autistic individuals, or even those who, like me, are considered high-functioning. All I can say is that I am so fucking glad that the Internet exists.