is weeping at unfortunate objects sign of mental illness?

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^^^"brutal bastardeim" I wonder what you'd call albert ellis?

Never heard of him, but just skimmed the wikipeed on him, and he was no innocent bystander.

It is difficult to top Brutalheim for out and out cash till ringing bastardism though.

i'll take your word for that, the only thing I know about him is his "refrigerator mother" belief.

I'm lost on a sea of impressions about this sort of thing, and don't actually know. Perhaps, perhaps there is an early childhood state where you think everything is alive, and perhaps, perhaps Aspie kid neurons still carry that old sensation around with them? There are bona fide theological ways of seeing all the inanimate objects in the world as alive, so who is to say that this isn't true of bus tickets in 1960? - I think it would have been a lot closer to madness if the bus ticket had started crying.

There is a lot of subcultural FICTION around these ideas, like the historical case of Kaspar Hauser - now considered to have been a confidence trickster, or the outrageously disinformative book called Sybil. How can we be sure that we are not projecting feeling onto what is actually the cash register shaped face of Psychology (or of the Autism Industry itself for that matter, tee hee, move along now, no spitting on the bus).

Anyway, here's some info on Bastard Bastard Brutalhelmet, and far from the most caustic hatchet job on this fraudster that I have read.
https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/th ... tic-savant

was not aware that Sybil was fiction, I had read that the real Sybil passed away a few decades ago.

oops, I believe Sybil is fictional "The case remains controversial . . . " says wikipedia

It's claim and counter claim with the Sybil thing, and I'm with the cynics on that one

I guess i'll have to do some a'googlin' on this one also.

My hypersensitivity to the suffering of (other) animals has a number of strands in the past perhaps, though one obvious one is that my first friend in life, as a very isolated child with no real family around me, was a cat. The first animal I ever saw was a horse (before the friendship with the cat) and they were my first experiences of good encounters with other creatures (human or not). There is a big space between those two events and the next good experience at the age of 8 (a kind teacher who really accepted, protected and nurtured me while I was in her class that year).

One day the cat disappeared and I asked where it was. It had been "put down" (ie murdered by an animal hater I lived with then) and there was no way of expressing the sadness and loss I felt, other than loving other animals all the more.

I would have definitely wanted to find a way to get back at the no-goodnik that murdered my cat.

I am reminded of that soulless cameraperson who kicked at those refugees.

Here's an interesting one - it is written by someone who considers themselves multiple and considers the original Sybil case as genuine, but hammers the film and the book as fiction, so it looks possible my slip might not have been so bad

http://cartaala.dreamshore.net/troublewithsybil.html

From this site, which is very pro Sybil http://www.astraeasweb.net/plural/contr ... html#Sybil

I'm cynical and gnarled about all this, none of the seriously traumatised people I've met (nam, the russian advance through berlin, not to mention relatives involved in bad stuff in both world wars) appeared to me to need the services of the recovered memory movement in the slightest, quite the opposite.

On multiple personality disorder "Researchers say that before 1973, there were fewer than 50 known cases" - so that puts it in the realms of occurence of something like Cotard's Syndrome (or rarer?) yet by "1990, more than 20,000 cases had been diagnosed, with estimates of as many as two million more" quotes from here http://www.astraeasweb.net/plural/sybilbogus.html

Cotards delusion is interesting and rare - you think you are dead. Some sufferers of it have died as they see no reason to eat and therefore starve.

I suppose Shirley Mason and God are the only ones who know for sure.