What’s worth hating?
 A forum recently started a thread called ‘I hate’.
I went on a bit of a bender but I can promise my ‘I love’ list is much longer than my hate list.
I hate when anyone gets enjoyment out of intentionally harming people.
I hate when people actively promote inequality
I hate the assumption there’s only one answer to a human problem
I hate the big sell one-size-fits-all ‘science’ claim/pitch that rips off families
I hate any prescriptive push that tells people how to be ‘normal’ or how to fit a stereotype.
I hate the way anyone assumes all people with autism or Asperger’s are all the same when we’re as different from each other as non-autistic people are from each other.
I hate the way new stereotypes are replacing old ones.
I hate it when ‘caring’ limits opportunity to discover want
I hate gushy compliments aimed at solitary people with little/no use for them
I hate being idealised then people being annoyed when I’m simply a human just like anyone else.
I hate the way TV, movies and magazines have promoted very false versions of ‘normality’ and pressured people to measure themselves by it.
I hate seeing little babies being babysat by TV for weeks on end.
I hate the bravado with which people flag wave their pride in self harming of all kinds.
I hate the days where OCD convinces me my husband Chris will die.
I hate when full on bipolar rubbish makes me unstable
I hate when my ocasional tics have people stop in their tracks and check I’m ‘ok’.
I hate when exposure anxiety makes me struggle to meet new people or social phobia makes it hard to go into the garden or down the shop.
I hate when people blah too fast and give me no processing time, no gestures to experience their words and mock me if I use objects to hold onto their different points and relationships between them.
I hate when people say ‘its easy’ then show or tell me how to do something without helping me physically map out the pattern of DOING IT.
I hate when people assume that losing a simultaneous sense of self and other is a character flaw instead of a processing issue
I hate when people think I’ve snubbed them because face blindness makes them look like an intruding stranger.
I hate when I get scared of people saying hello.
I hate when the only kind of fun as an adult that I’m offered is verbal things.
I hate that I can’t touch paintings in galleries to hold the picture together through touch.
I hate that tapping or smelling things is assumed ‘retarded’.
I hate that when I’m using gestural signing people assume I’m deaf.
I hate when people think that learning something academically translates into being able to process and manage the same thing in ‘real time’.
I hate when people say ‘you’ll get it’ and 2 years later I still can’t because its a processing issue.
I hate when people want you to mimic their structures and patterns and never be yourself, just so you can look more ‘normal’.
I hate those hard blue-white fluorescent lights in places I have to meet new people, speak, understand, learn or relax (the warm white seem ok).
I hate the third handshake in a row that makes me feel like biting the person.
I hate that we can’t easily be flawed and still be equal, but I’m still holding hope there’ll be a day we can.
And maybe I don’t hate any of those things. Maybe they just bug me and remind me of all the things I like so much better 🙂
So what would you change with a magic wand in 2009?
and what do you love?
… Donna Williams
www.donnawilliams.net
I hate it that when you meet someone for the first time they feel the need to shake your hand. Is it really necessary to have such bodily contact greet another?
I hate that because I can’t make good eye contact people assume I am not listening or not very intelligent.
I hate how people buy other peoples love, especially around Christmas time. Where they think the bigger and more expensive the present the better they are.
I hate how people constantly complain they are poor, yet they are the people that have so many material items, such as the latest gaming systems, big screen tvs, and anything else you can think of.
Do I hate these things or do they just piss me off ? Probably a bit of both.
For 2009 I would like to find myself again but first I want some time to relax and take one day at a time because the last 7 years have been very busy.
I hate faking normal outside and feeling stupid inside.
I hate wanting to be real and live in the real world but the instruction booklet got lost in the mail.
I hate that faking my humanity is a finite pattern that when it comes to an end, I’m lost as to what to do next.
I hate my own inability to hold my head up high and own my trouble processing language or faces, rather than pretend I get it or play idiot because i’d rather look stupid than feel stupid.
I hate not being able to feel connection but certainly being able to feel disconnect and loss. Not fair.
I hate feeling like Hellen Keller… in a human mine field.
I think i could go on and on so i think I wont:
So magic wand 2009….
I would become the real whole me and all the good people who genuinely loved me for who i was would have purple pokadots on them so i’d always know who the good people were.
I wish the magic wand would let me feel that love any or all the time.
I wish fear and terror of the mine field of humans would disappear and like those video games i’d get immunity and infinite life as I crossed anywhere i wanted to go.
So what do i love? My 3 and 5 year old purple poka dotted children.
magic wands for 2009
a bucket of sanity for the middle east
a compassion drug for the rapists and murderers on a spree in Congo
a fatal heart attack for Mugabe
an affordable cure for AIDS
an unstoppable trend toward condoms so we might all have something to eat in 2020
an economic collapse of all airbrushed glossies designed to cash in on female insecurity
an unstoppable boredom with the corporate sexualisation of children
a cultural awakening that puts an end to trying to people trying outdo each other with bravado and disrespect
and…
and a wonderful productive and arty year.
🙂
You might be interested on this poem that I created:
I Hate You When You Call Me Autistic!
I hate you when you call me names
I hate you when you look at me – blank face
I hate you when you mock at me
I hate you when you threat me as if I am not human.
Do you know that I can memorize
all the names of my families and relatives
all their birthdays and phone numbers
all the players and teams of any sports
all newspapers and schedules in the subways
And i know you dont
Do you know that I can easily define patterns
in all the things that I see, I touch,
I hear, I smell, I taste and I dream
And i know you dont
Do you know that I have a lot of great things in my mind
I can solve intricate mathematical equations
I can create worlds that you have not thought before
I can paint life like a magical innocent smile of a child
And I know you dont
I want to talk to you,
but I was not given a chance
I want to tell you about the sky
but I startle when I talk
I want to tell you about duality
but I have trouble relating my mind
I want to play hide and seek
but I could not look at into your eyes
I might flaps my hand or walk on tiptoe
because these are my ways of telling you
Can we be normal and be friends?
But you set norms and rules
because you are many and we are not
Label us as a disorder or a disease
because we behave differently and you are not
Diagnose us by behaviours and observartions
because you think you are smart and we are not
But I’m sorry to disagree, your theory is your opinion – not ours!
But when I hate you
It does not mean that I do not love you
It does not mean that I do not care about you
It does not mean that we can not be together
But simply because
You do not understand me.
“Miseries are experienced by extraordinary people because of how ordinary people contributes to their miseries”…Sir J.B. Wylzan.