robh wrote:
I'm proud to be autistic and feel no guilt in bringing it up in passing. It is the reason I can do many o the things I can, such as
learning new things extremely quickly.
I was not always like that,
I lived in denial for 5+ years. It never did anything for me.
Autism is a gift, not a disease that must be cured. Be proud to be autistic!
Well....in all honesty, I think your thread title is a bit presumptuous for one thing. When it comes to things like this at least, I don't feel I have any business even suggesting what others should/should not be, do, have, etc.....
For another......I personally cannot look at this or much of anything else as a matter of pride. I am a determinist and therefore do not believe anyone has a legitimate ( i.e. rational/logical) reason to take pride (or it's opposite) in anything.
Saying one is "proud/ashamed" to be black, white, gay, straight, neurotypical, etc......makes no more sense to me.
Nor do I see any reason anyone should say they're "proud/ashamed" to have Down syndrome, be a member of mensa, to work for Microsoft, to have attended Harvard, etc....
IMO...all these things (and everything else for that matter) are issues of complete neutrality when it comes to "pride" and "shame".
We simply are who and what we are via nature and nurture....it's as simple as that IMO.
Oh....one more thing. I would suggest that before you say things like "autism is a gift", you might want to say instead something like "autism is a gift
for me", or at least,
"I believe autism is a gift".
That way it doesn't sound like you're making or implying some objective statement about something which is clearly anything but.
Some people with ASD's believe just as strongly that it's a curse. Who is anyone to say you are right and they are wrong or vice versa?
From the strictly logical AND deterministic (since even those of you who believe in free will can't possibly think we "chose" to be autistic or neurotypical) perspective, nobody is "right" or "wrong" here.
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Morning comes the sunrise and i'm driven to my bed, I see that it is empty and there's devils in my head. I embrace, the many-colored beast...I grow weary of the torment....can there be no peace? I find myself just wishing, that my life would simply cease