ToughDiamond wrote:
No, we're brilliant. Revered in some cultures, and rightly so, I reckon. Just because the decadent Western mainstream sometimes thinks we're inferior doesn't mean you have to go along with it. What have they got that's so ruddy marvellous?
This one, to a limited extent.
I don't suppose we're particularly brilliant-- other than in our areas of expertise and/or when our special interests happen to coincide with something society needs, which they do often enough. For example, I don't know about society, but my interests in self-reliance and mental health have served my family well enough on more than one occasion.
It is not without gifts, if you can but appreciate them (easier said than done, as no one ever said those gifts weren't more than a little backhanded). I have found that the ability to laugh at oneself goes a long way toward making this more palatable-- though by no means all the distance, as you will constantly run into individuals whose own pathologies do not allow them to have a sense of humor.
Western-- or anyway American-- culture is a pathology in its own right. How healthy is it to have the luxury of marginalizing somewhere between 1 and 3 percent of your population simply because their strenghts and weaknesses differ from those of the sanctified majority (sanctified, of course, by their own consensus)-- and to do this for so many different demographics that a sizable chunk of the functioning population is viewed as somehow defective??? If you add up all those 1 to 3 percents, you come up with tens of millions of people in the States alone.
How healthy is the Culture of Can't that has surrounded autism/Asperger's and lots of other "disabilities" in this country as recently as five minutes ago???
I wrestle with the same questions. What is my life worth??? Should I even be trying to live it??? I did it as well as many and better than some before diagnosis, before self-diagnosis; I am reminded of my stepmother, who lived a very full life (and was quite a bit smarter in many ways than some sanctified "neurotypicals" I can think of) with only half a brain-- simply because it never occurred to her or to anyone else that something was wrong or that there was a reason to tell her it couldn't be done.
Keep trying.
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"