(January 9, 2016 at 3:09 pm)Cthulhu Dreaming Wrote:(January 8, 2016 at 11:52 am)Whateverist the White Wrote: I guess I was a person who taught, not a teacher. I am a person who makes a garden, not a gardener. Of course these things were elective unlike my being a person with maleness.
You might feel differently if those things were considered disorders and highly stigmatized.
Just sayin'.
People with autism are stigmatized to the point where we have a prime time hit TV show dedicated to making fun of us.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
