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The Asperger Individualism

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Throughout my life and modest literary endeavours, I firmly acknowledged the supreme primacy of detail before the whole, for reasons too obvious to state…

Nevertheless, since discovering that I live with Asperger’s on the neuro-divergent side of existence, I realised that the term autism was coined from the Greek autos which means self, as an essentially correct identification of Autism’s core individualism.

Even though I believe that Autism and Asperger’s share common traits (the Autistic Spectrum), I share the position of the ICD-10 as being different conditions, regardless of DSM-5’s arbitrary otherwise statements, which will be discussed in a future post, finding myself somewhere along Uta Frith’s lines which state that “The terms autism and Asperger’s syndrome are therefore not treated as mutually exclusive. We propose that the Asperger individual suffers from a particular form of autism”1 and also in line with Simon Baron-Cohen’s position of the “six major subgroups on the autistic spectrum”2.

Considering therefore what has been said, I would dare to venture onto a hopefully interesting proposal, namely the valuation of Asperger Syndrome as a neuro-biological orientation towards an individual’s self, from the individualistic perspective of reason and objectivism, which all represent core life values for individuals with Asperger’s.

As seen, I have used a valuable quote from philosopher Ayn Rand, about the ultimate value of the individual, without which’s understanding, any attempt to generalize or even categorize, will have lost its whole meaning, because contrary to popular (mis)understanding, the value ascribed to a category is given by the value of its components.

Therefore, the attempt of DSM-5 to “sacrificially” de-identify the Asperger Syndrome on the “umbrella-spectrum” altar, without maintaining its well-established DSM-4-TR and ICD-10 uniqueness, has thrown everything, from individual identities to research enthusiasm, into a futureless fog. Why? Because research is particular, a narrowing down of scientific interest, from penetrating layer after layer of external data, aiming to the core of anything’s functionality. It is a quest from major onto minor, from the majority of what’s obvious, to the minority of what’s hidden. Who are we, after all? Only “another brick in the wall” of someone else’s understanding of who we really are, or like Michelangelo’s unique sculptures waiting to be freed from their marble confinements, intrinsic values to be discovered with respectful touches?

Yes, I absolutely agree, that an individual is the “smallest minority on earth”, with us, individuals on the Autistic Spectrum as an even smaller and even more self-oriented minority, deserving therefore an inalienable right to be listened and maybe understood.

Because unlike Michelangelo’s marble wonders, we have each of us a heart, and a speaking mind attached to it, and if the majority wants to be whole, let it be reminded that it is made of coexisting minorities…

 

  1. Frith, Uta (ed), 1991, Autism and Asperger Syndrome, Cambridge University Press
  2. Baron-Cohen, Simon, 2008, Autism and Asperger Syndrome, Oxford University Press

­(to be continued…)

To my autistic diary…

Autismawareness

When its motion stopped,
I realised that my circle of life
became an insignificant spot,
desperate, frightened, alone,
like a tired fire juggler
abandoned by an audience
too dull to notice
the beauty of the single detail
constructing their illusion…

“How odd” he said,
“In vitro, every now and then
becomes a schism
embedded deep between
what’s left, and yet to be…”

Streets become discontinued cobbles,
trees become ungerminated seeds,
all birds remain abandoned egg shells,
and every life’s a single heart’s
unfinished tapestry of beats…

Agnosis…

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It’s not important to remember days, and wonder
why has our time become so slow;
it doesn’t matter anymore if there’s no thunder,
after the rain, before the bow…

It matters not why in our backyard’s desert,
there are no camels and the Bedouins have left;
what truly matters is a sense of water,
illusion wildly clenching to my chest…

Tired, alone and ravaged by disasters,
battled by winds having no taste of sea,
sold by myself to unforgiving masters,
too thin to die, too obvious to see…

In no-man’s land they’re selling cheap allotments,
graveyards to be, or not to be;
some weird biochemical arrangements,
for my abandoned christmas tree…

In nomine patris…

massada

An angel once told me,
that castles of sand never die;
each grain’s being washed ashore
other isles,
carrying whispers of hands
having caressed breasts of lovers
long gone…
You king’s lusting lips cannot
condemn you Esther…
His tongue’s still tasting
sweet nectars, drops of gold,
diamonds of your passion’s
unforbidden fruit…
One day, when hidden monsters
shall arise of bottomless horizons,
and northern lights
shall cover eyes of fallen saints,
kings of old and others,
will have forgotten every pain,
each scream of maiden mothers
refused by never fathered christs…

The leaving angel left behind himself,
the sandless  abys,
and passed the key to starving,
restless human minds…

Barley fields…

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There will be times,
when mothers shall kill their children,
for breakfast,
with long statements
about short shelf-life dairy products,
aged in old casks soaked
of cheap bourbon…
My mother did just that
one selfish morning,
with wings wide open of bats
long dried under suns
never known unto the sons of men…
My father,
the very next one,
took the bait
and left himself standing alone,
on the other side of strange fields
of barley moons…
 

Towels never dry
in kitchens burning incense
to foreign gods…

Ecce homo…

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Trespassers,
that’s what we are
on god’s minefields… 

“Poland lost chance to build bridges between Russia and Ukraine at Auschwitz – ex-PM…”

http://rt.com/news/225995-auchswitz-russia-ukraine-meeting/

“[…]Polish officials chose to make it clear Putin would not be welcome at the event, with Moscow sending a lower ranking official to represent the country at the commemoration, while Poroshenko would be a guest of honor.”

In my humble opinion, Poland’s understandable reaction against Putin, shouldn’t be considered a general attitude towards Russia, but rather a reluctant refuse to forget Putin’s less than innocent past, which is unfortunately related to the Stasi, the Eastern German oppressive secret police, responsible for the murder of thousands of people, for “crimes” such as attempts to escape through the iron curtain, into Western Germany:

Putin joined the KGB in 1975 upon graduation, and underwent a year’s training at the 401st KGB school in Okhta, Leningrad. He then went on to work briefly in the Second Chief Directorate (counter-intelligence) before he was transferred to the First Chief Directorate, where among his duties was the monitoring of foreigners and consular officials in Leningrad.
From 1985 to 1990, the KGB stationed Putin in Dresden, East Germany. During that time, Putin was assigned to Directorate S, the illegal intelligence-gathering unit (the KGB’s classification for agents who used falsified identities) where he was given cover as a translator and interpreter.”

I wonder why would anyone expect any Eastern European country, to harbour anything but contempt against a former officer actively in charge for at least 15 years before the fall of the Iron Courtain with the savage political, social and economic oppression of their countries, which left behind a legacy of poverty and misery, corruption and instability, never to leave the shores of the lesser fortunate half of Europe?
And yes, I am by all means a friend of the Russian nation which gave so much to our universal culture, but they should consider flushing down the drain of history, those who perverted the soul of their great nation for way too many decades.
Our backbone seems to be more straight than that of the neo-liberal, western elite, ready to lick and kiss the hands of those who removed the gloves still stained with the blood of millions of freedom loving people.
But we just don’t want to forget that there weren’t the gloves responsible for the hands’ hideous crimes…

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THE BODY  OF PETER FECHTER LYING NEXT TO THE BERLIN WALL AFTER BEING SHOT IN 1962 WHILE TRYING TO ESCAPE TO THE WEST