Blotism Aug

This is my autism blog.

When I hear new phrases, my mind quickly does one of three things:

  • it Spoonerizes the words (swaps the first letters),

  • it forms a portmanteau (melds the words), or

  • it initializes them (IYKYK).

Hence, blotism aug.

I hope you find something helpful here.

Photo: Creating a portrait of the sci-fi writer Robert Heinlein.

The Rainbow  (June 6, 2022)

If You've Met One Person  (May 27, 2022)

Autism Puzzle Pieces  (May 23, 2022) 

Autism Puzzle Pieces

May 23, 2022

The “puzzle piece” image is a popular symbol for autism.


Here’s how I think about it.


Understanding my own autism, and sharing about it, is contributing to the assemblage of a big jigsaw puzzle for which there is no box (and thus no cover image to use as a reference).


In my space are the pieces I have collected. I am patiently working on fitting them together. Over some time, an image has begun to emerge: balloons. A bunch of balloons, red ones, with strings attached going down to a hand that’s holding them.


Somebody else working on the same puzzle has clouds. Wispy clouds, white ones, on a blue sky.


“I have balloons over here,” I say, “and a hand holding them. I think this may be a park situation. We should keep an eye out for people with picnic blankets on a green slope or something.”


And the first person, who actually has assembled quite a large section a while ago and has stopped working on it, says, “Nope, this is a sky. I’m pretty sure it’s just a sky, a blue sky with clouds, and it’s beautiful and honestly let’s be satisfied with what we have, why do we need more?”


What they’re not noticing, perhaps not ready to see, is that the edges on two sides of their sky are ragged. That the rags, the ragged edges, are in fact not an artistic rawness but hooks and loops to connect more puzzle pieces.


A third person comes over to join. “Hey! Did someone say picnic blankets?” they ask. “This totally makes sense! I’ve got picnic blankets down here! Brb.” And gradually, collaboratively, more people join and more sections are connected and we begin to complete the puzzle and see the full image.


Until somebody new comes along with a mug on a coaster. “Hey, listen,” they say, “those flat-sided border pieces are in fact not an artistic smoothness; they're the delineators of a thing that is sitting on a table.” And we puzzle-workers look up and see the table. The puzzle is not the whole story. 

And the table is in a living room.

And the living room is in a home.


And the home is in a neighborhood, is in a city, a country, a continent, a planet, a solar system, a galaxy, the universe,… in the limits of our… perception, in our minds, which brings us right back ‘round because…


…it’s all one big Mobius strip with one side and one edge and here we are back where we started…

...and we begin to notice that when we put it together with that Mobius strip, that we can start see... “Balloons! Red ones! With strings attached going down!”

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If You've Met One Person

May 29, 2022

There’s a saying in the autism community, “If you’ve met one person with autism, you’ve met one person with autism.”


Let me walk you around the block on this one.


It’s a spin on an old trope of stereotyping. An example: “If you’ve met one lawyer, you’ve met ‘em all.” Strange, but that’s how many of us were trained to think. We said things like, “Well, my neighbor’s a Muslim, so I get what they’re like.” It’s a bit delusional, if you think about it.


It’s also human nature. A lot of people, including me, learned about autism for the first time by watching Rainman, the 1988 movie featuring Dustin Hoffman. Its title character was a rigidly-inflexible, institutionalized savant who could count spilled matchsticks at a glance. It was based on a real-life person named Kim Peek. “Aha,” we thought, “now I know what autism is like.” It was as if we’d seen Batman and thought we could extrapolate the characteristics of every comic book superhero.


Instagram is a favorite communication tool for many in the autistic community. Thus, it’s a great place to get a front row seat for some of the many (infinite?) nodes of the spectrum. Here are some of my faves:

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The Rainbow

June 6, 2022

Cornflowers are my favorite flowers. They’re a periwinkle kind of color, and they’re special to me because of how they pop at the edges of cornfields.


Imagine: acres of corn, row upon row, green and regimented on a field (literally) of brown.


At the edges, along the ditchy road the farmer drives to survey this homogenous desert of subjugation and sterility, there is consistently found an unconquered volunteer resistance of bright blue flowers.


In college, I was a punk. I took my politics from bands like Minor Threat, Bad Religion, and Propagandhi, and I wore my disdain for the dominant paradigm on my ratty sleeve. One afternoon, ordering lunch at the counter in a collegetown restaurant, I requested that they put my soup in my reusable mug instead of a disposable to-go container. The owner, an older white man, came over to find out what was going on. He looked me up and down, blue hair to tattered Chucks, and shook his head. “You know, the Japanese have a saying,” he said. “The nail that sticks up must be hammered down.”


It was clearly intended to communicate “do it our way, or get lost.” Whether or not his paraphrasing distorted the original spirit of the saying, I scrammed.


This month is Pride month. As an able-bodied cis-het white english-speaking man myself, I’ve barely experienced any discrimination. Still, I know that the sunlight that makes possible life on earth comprises all of the colors of the rainbow. Our world becomes dark when we block out portions of the spectrum.


Alok Vaid-Menon, an American writer and hero of mine, said this recently on their Instagram:


“I think trans people are leading the way for everyone, once again. We have been taught to fear the very things that have the potential to set us free. And so, when we see trans people living freely, saying, 'I don’t care about society’s norms, I don’t care about gender norms, I just wanna be me,' people are threatened by that, because they’ve had to repress their own true self and so for me the history of the LGBTQ community is we’re not just doing this for ourselves, we’re doing this for everyone.”


Being inclusive and open-minded requires practice. I am driven by the examples of people like Alok: I strive to be my own true self and to welcome the true selves of others, near and far. The payoff is nothing more than everything.

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