@punishmenthurts "stuff everyone knows, high school stuff."
And then, when you counter that insult, they counter back with "I was trying to help, you dont have to be so mean"
and this common idea that they only dish out revenge to bad people... I get hurt too much from that. They assume I'm bad, which in their minds, validates their desire to be mean to me.
I hate revenge. I believe revenge is wrong 100%. Dishing out revenge is fate's job.
@punishmenthurts "stuff everyone knows, high school stuff."
And then, when you counter that insult, they counter back with "I was trying to help, you dont have to be so mean"
and this common idea that they only dish out revenge to bad people... I get hurt too much from that. They assume I'm bad, which in their minds, validates their desire to be mean to me.
I hate revenge. I believe revenge is wrong 100%. Dishing out revenge is fate's job.
@GreenRoc
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the secret is spanking. Having been spanked, they all feel legitimately aggrieved, the aggression all feels like fighting, “back,” for the spanked, because they have beatings and control in their pasts that they had to absorb and couldn’t fight back against. So they have this unlimited fighting “back,” they do that is never enough.
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That’s the magic, the secret of the uberman, the dominators, they have socially engineered a sort of free energy for conflict, and endless source of anger, buried and hidden in their early and preverbal abuse.
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Then they called it Human Nature and said God caused it, and then they have to turn around and explain to every child how God caused it and how the beatings don’t cause it.
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So in the moment, that’s a real feeling for them.
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There is no fixing this shit in the moment. They’re trapped. The fix has to be to somehow stop the spanking. That’s what I know.
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That’s my #AntisocializationTheory .
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#ActuallyAutistic #ND #ActuallyAutistic
@punishmenthurts Spanking me never truly fixed what shit they saw in me.
I pretended whenever I had to, to save my ass. finally free from my mom's corrections when she died.
She corrected me on her deathbed. She died when I was about 40, in 2016.
Finding myself is a journey I am still on, almost a decade later.
@GreenRoc
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Imagine the tragedy, if they ever wake up to it, that’s the system, everyone beats their kids tough, and it works for most of them, they grow up strong and agree and do the same, so you bite down, do the hard thing, whup your kid - and they’re forty and never got strong and you were beating and verbally abusing your own child for forty years for nothing, the reward, the strength never came and you fuckin’ died before you stopped. 😢
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Because they don’t know neurotypes, because they insist on not knowing 😢
@punishmenthurts Waking up, and why I call myself Woke.
yeah, she never got to know the real me. She (and dad too) never stopped wanting me to be normal/allistic.
They were severely anti-gay, and severely Lutheran.
Mom believed some bible stuff that I disagree with, some of her core beliefs, like the one about "the one baptism" she thoguht meant everyone needs one.
I think... the only "one" was for Jesus.
I see the trees, the forest, and the whole damned planet.
