Autism
I'd like to tally up how many people on here are

1) Diagnosed autistic
2) Think they might be but that's all they'll do about it
3) Use it as an excuse for doing odd things / not liking people very much
(Nanny Pat vote for me, Thu 21 Oct 2010, 10:54, 4 replies)

Hmm.
I'd like to tally up all the people who have been statemented as ASD, ADHD, dyslexic, OCD etc. who are in fact just a bit lazy or thick or weird or some combination of all three.

I'm guessing about 35-50% of those statemented, but more like 85-90% of those who have never done more than read a Wikipedia article but have decided to describe themselves as "a bit xyz" in order to hide their thicky can't-be-arsed weirdness i.e. not enough that the conditions don't exist, but enough to make most normal people (sorry, neurotypicals) think it's all a load of bollocks excuses.
( shinyshinyscalp less a man, more a way of life, Thu 21 Oct 2010, 11:01, closed)

I have a piece of paper!
Actually, I have many, in two seperate report things, that class me as a proper mental. I should probably not be proud of this.
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Thu 21 Oct 2010, 11:50, closed)

You printed out the wikipedia page about autism?

( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Thu 21 Oct 2010, 12:13, closed)

.bollocks to you!
..so you basically sign up to a place whose erratic follies you came to enjoy. Often extravagant, at times peculiar, but very rarely the coke-fuelled, braying chowder they make up for the tellyvisor. only to then tell its inpatients "erm, you guys act a bit deranged". This being your ONLY contrabootying after what, SEVEN mother-loving YEARS? What are you like? Oh, well, can't help it, propably. The entirely misunderstood obligation to unrequestedly judge outer traits of people you hardly know based on ubiquitous standards one was too afraid to not obey, one reason i left this merry island.

Speaking for myself here. Don't need any excuses for what i write about. Even if it's Tesco Value runny shit, my life is the most immersing one i ever lived. And what change in behaviour was requested (or at least in an sufficient "match between toes" way) is happening, always, to anyone, to his capacity. With people to open the bonnet and have a poke around and go durr hurr over my ways being just about the best reason i become reclusive and brisk in ways.

Let me finish this poo-flinging lunch break on a personal note. Some of my friends and two women i love are to a varying degree deemed to be "diagnosed". The ones who don't give an intercourse are big fun to be around and even delight look-how-awkward people like you, while steadily supplying the motif to great things in music, art and qotw. And the ones who were baited or bullied into correctional measures, well, there is a reason they call it the-rapist. Fixing a bird with chisels and WD-40 it is. I will miss them and try to stay true to their madness, to their truth, rather. Madness, it is the world itself. And the sickest are the ones who fit it best.
(funktrash soul = combustion engine, Thu 21 Oct 2010, 12:27, closed)