I've dealt with a lot of Ignorant NTs in my life. Most of the students who went to my High School were Ignorant. they would walk past the Resource Center and the other Special Ed. Class and make rude noises, making themselves sound Mentally Challenged, and saying "ret*ds".
What's even worse is when that type of discrimination takes place in your own home. When I was Fifteen, my younger Sister who was Twelve at the time was Babysitting. I kept on pestering my parents to let me Babysit as well. One day, my Father pulled me aside and told me a whole whack of stuff that pissed me off. He told me that there aere a lot of things that I won't be able to do that a lot of so-called Normal people can do and part of it was because I have a Learning Disability. I got so angery with him, that I broke down and started crying. He told my to forget what he told me and just go back to listening to my music. I packed away my British tapes for a sunny day, and I started listening to Protest Music. I still remember those words and the exact emotions that I was feeling when I was forced to deal with that Discrimination under my very Roof.
I've been through some Job Search Programmes. The people who run those places are all exactley the same. I was forced into going into a Job Preperation Programme for adults who are more Disabled than I ever was in my life. Thaere were only two other people in my class who were High-Functioning. The other Students talked to themselves, looked down, or prances around the room as though they were God's Gift to the Human Race. Some of them didn't wash or brush their teeth. And I know that I shouldn't judge. After a crap Work Experience, I was told that I was 'Slow' by one of teachers who ran that Programme, and the majority of the Students in that Programme were much more Disabled than I am. I was told that I was 'Slow', once again by a woman who worked for another Agency. When It happened at a third Agency, I put my foot down, and I told them that the next time they set up a Work Experience, to tell them the truth about me, to tell them that I'm a good learner, but I have Social Issues.
There was a woman who used to be a Staff Member at the Clubhouse that I go to. I decided to tell her about my Asperger's, because I thought that I could trust her enough to keep the imformation that I told her in context. It turned out that she was one of those people who confuses having a Learning Disability and being Mentally ret*d. She told me about how sucessful Christopher Burke was. I kept on telling her that I was not Mentally ret*d, and not to get the two mixed up. I told her a bit about my history, and she had the nerve to tell me that my Younger Sister is marter than I am. That really pissed me off. I was angery for a few weeks, and than I decided to take action. I typed out an article for the Grapevine, about what it's like to have a Learning Disability. I stressed that my Intelligence is Average or Above. That I'm not Mentally ret*d. That I don't consider myself to be Handicapped and that yes, I can read and write, and that I'm not a confused Mental Case who didn't know what she wanted out of life, and that I wished that people would stop telling me things that I already knew. That seemed to work, and the two of us patched things up before she moved on to another job.