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More about safe(r) spaces, part four

Let’s talk more about safe(r) spaces and how organizations/conference managers can create them. In yesterday’s post, I talked about how people were willing to give creepers chance after chance, especially if they say they’re autistic. I also noted that some of the guys (and, yes, it’s usually guys) who claim to just be awkward and not know where the line is usually know not to, say, hit on their male coworker who is working on a project with them. In other words, they do know where a broad line is.

Now, let’s say that maybe they are fine until they go on a date. Then, that’s when they don’t know where to draw the line. In the case I mentioned yesterday, it was known that the guy would stop if you were brutally clear to him that what he was doing was making you uncomfortable. That allowed two of his ardent defenders in the post I was reading (and, to be clear, none of us knew the actual person this was happening to) to say that it was him being hapless/hopeless about where that line was drawn.

Women rightly pointed out that it wasn’t on all the women to constantly have to keep him in check. If he did not know where that line was, then he should not be dating. No one has the right to date anyone they please, and it’s so tiring to constantly have to state no loudly and firmly.  (that’s part of what enthusiastic consent is about. You want the buy in before you even start doing the activity).

Side note: when the idea of enthusiastic consent came about, some people were pooh-poohing it, and one reason they stated was because it would take the spontaneity and fun out of sex. I thought it was really telling that people objected on those lines, by the way. To me, what I heard was, “I want plausible deniability when I push this woman to do something she doesn’t really want to do” or even worse, “I don’t care if you consent or not. I’m getting what I want.”

Plausible deniability is where many creeps reside. They know how to push up against the line juuuuuust enough to test the waters without going firmly over the line. It really is a no-win siutation for the woman*. She’s supposed to be nice to any random guy who is around her, making sure not to upset his delicate ego. She must smile and be nonthreatening, being more of a visual accessoryldecoration than anything else else.

If a guy creeps on her, then she either had to give him a chance beacuse he’s such a nice guy! Why would she not go out with him? Or she had to turn him down so gently, he wasn’t hurt at all.

If that failed or if she went on the date and something bad happened, then it’s, “Why did you go out with him?” “Why did you wear that slinky dress?” “Why didn’t you fight?” The Monday morning quarterbacking went on and on and on. She was a cold bitch if she wouldn’t go out with him; she was a slut/dumb/naive if she did go out with him and something happened.

You know who often gets hurt by creeps who claim to be autistic? Neurodivergent women/Afab/nonbinary/genderqueer people. Because one thing creeps have in common is that they have an uncanny knack (or a skill honed over years)  for picking on people who are weaker than they are/have less societal clout than they do. People who will not be believed or who society don’t care about.

I was getting so angry at these two defenders who put so much energy into protecting this one guy who was probably a creep rather than his potential victims. The defenders kept harping on the fact that he might be being bullied/this was “just” a dating problem. Meaning he should not be “punished” in any other way (like being pre-banned from a hobby group). They say punished, I say the natural consequences of his actions. People are allowed to take his history of behavior into consideration when evaluating a person’s behavior. Otherwise, we would always have to wipe our memory clean.

I agree that there should be a policy in place to deal with future creeps, but I also think that not allowing this guy to participate in the hobby group in the first place was reasonable. This is how Missing Stairs are created–when creeps are allowed to keep on creeping regardless of how uncomfortable they make other people. Or unsafe.

The two enablers kept harping on how it wasn’t faaaair to make a neurodivergent guy not be a creeper. Of course they didn’t phrase it like that, but that’s what it came down to. They downplayed all the incidents reported and were flailing their arms about wailing, “How could he possibly knooooooow?”

Again, I must repeat that I was glad a few people said that he truly did not know where the line was, then he should not be playing the game at all. Meaning, if he was consistently fucking up when it came to dating, then he should not be dating.

I have zero sympathy for this guy because to me, there is enough evidence that he was creep. Which leads me to another–

Side note: You can be neurodivergent AND an asshole. My tagline for FB used to be, “Being a minority and being an asshole are not mutually exclusive.” Meaning you can be a minority AND a raging jerk! Or a creep. In fact, I would argue it’s more ableist to excuse every behavior as, “Aw, he can’t help it. He’s autistic!” than saying, “Everything wrong with him is because he’s autistic.”

I mean, what if I were to say, “I’m autistic so if someone touches me when I don’t want it/don’t expect it, I have to punch them in the face in return”? Would that be acceptable? Nope. It’s not even acceptable to sternly turn down a guy, let alone punch one.

Saying it’s just bad dating behavior as if that was enough of a silo to allow him to act however he wanted inn other situations show how much we devalue women. Or think that the mistreatment of women by the men they’re dating is more than acceptable. None of that behavior should be acceptable in any situation. And, honestly, if a guy a creeper jerk towards the women he dates, then I would not have him around in the office.

That’s all for now. More tomorrow.

 

 

*Usually a woman or someone who is perceived as a woman being creeped on.

More about my brain and how I think, part three

Let’s talk more about my brain, how I think, and the difficulty  I’m having with sleep. In my last post, I talked quite a bit about how I never really thought I could have autism because the stereotype of it did not feel like it fit me–at all.

I didn’t want to go on a thousand-word rant about the patriarchy because I’ve done it many times before, and it wasn’t the point of the post. But let’s all acknowledge that we know that the patriarchy has a long reach.

It’s not often than I say plainly that the patriarchy is the reason I reacted in a certain way (or didn’t), but it’s completely true in this case. I had no idea I could have autism because the image of it in my head up until maybe four years ago was of a boy (probably white, but not necessarily) between five and fifteen.  Someone who fidgeted and stimmed constantly, and, of course, someone who was awkward in social interactions and could not make (or sustain) eye contact.

None of that fits me. Except maybe the last. I don’t make eye contact, but I can do the ‘look at their nose’ thing.

When my autistic friend told me to take an online autism test unmasked as much as possible, that was eye-opening. The test itself talked about masking and how so many autistic people did it automatically. They wanted you to take the test as unmasked as possible, and they even padded the scores to include masking.

Knowing all that, I still struggled taking the test without automatically masking. I have been doing it most of my life–for fifty-years plus. I don’t know how to be unmasked any longer. It had a Likert scale and would make statements like, “I feel comfortabel with my social skills in a crowd”. Then, of course, you had to pick a number. 1 was like highly agree, 2 agree, 3 neutral, 4 disagree, 5 highly disagree or something like that.

The instructions explicitly said to put down the number that described you before you put on your mask–and I had no idea. As I said, my mask was installed in me at such a young age and so firmly, I just could not imagine myself without it. I tried. I knocked a point off here and there, but I honestly had no idea what to score myself. That’s how ingrained the mask is on my face. Er, on me.

I scored in the low range (meaning the very bottom of I could possibly be autistic). The thing that was important, though, was that it opened my eyes to the idea that I might be autistic. It might be harder for me to find my way to what the actual truth is (and I don’t know if I’ll get tested or not), but just knowing it’s possible that I have autism has lifted a huge weight from my shoulders.

The thing is that even if it’s not autism per se, it helped me realize that I definitely have some kind of neurodivergence. I’m pretty sure it’s autism–just heavily masked. When I look at a list of the traits, I fit most of them–at least in my heart. Oh, and there have been studdies that suggest that transgender and nonbinary people have a higher rate of autism. Which is very interesting to me.


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Sleep, perchance not to dream, part three

Sleep. My enemyy. I wrote a whole novel–no, forget that novel. We don’t talk about that one. Let’s move on. I have been fighting with Morpheus since I was a kid, and I am giving up hope that I will be able to adjust it any time soon. I spent all of the last post talking about how much I’ve struggled with my sleep–and it doesn’t seem like there’s anything I can do to fix it.

I feel beaten down and defeated–and I know at least some of it is my own damn fault. Nerodivergence or not, I–you know what I’m not going to finish that sentence, either. I’m very hard on myself, and I think even when I can recognize that I am neurodivergent, I don’t fully accept that it has an impact on me. Or I downplay it and feel like I’m a lazy person, anyway.

It’s hard to say because while it is a big deterrent, that doesn’t mean it’s not up to me to do something about it. I think the problem is that I need to do the one thing I really, really don’t want to do–which is set a firm bedtime. The problem with that is setting a firm bedtime doesn’t mean I’ll be able to sleep on time or enough. In fact, when I put an emphasis on my sleeptime or forcing myself to go to bed, I become very aware of time passing. That makes it harder for me to fall asleep, and I just lie on the couch with my eyes wide open. Even when I close them, I can hear the metaphorical clock ticking in my ears.

The problem is that the little tweaks I do don’t work. Moving my bedtime up or back by an hour–nope. Melatonin–nope. Sleeping pills–a hard nope. Warm milk, herbal tea, warm bath? Nope, nope, and nope. Exercise before bed? Nope. Exercise during the day? Nope. Valerian? Fuck no! Reading before bed? Nope. Napping earlier? Also nope.

Side note: I have this thing about not trying the last and desperate option because–and I admit, this is screwy logic–then I’ll have nothing left. When I was deep in my depression and had tried so many meds, my therapist suggested EKG. I demurred because I felt that was the last option. If it didn’t work, I would be totally bereft.

I know it’s faulty logic, but it’s the way my brain works. It’s the same with the end of things. I hate the last in any series because it means the end of that series. I really liked a British series called Prime Suspect, based on the books. It’s about a female cop (detective? I think?) who had to fight sexism as much as she did the baddies. By series I mean there was a movie every year or so–looking it up, it spanned 15 years, had 7 series and 15 episodes. So I was basically right. The last series, series 7 had 2 episodes. I could not bring myself to watch them, and I still haven’t. I just could not bear to see the series end.

Now, I could go back and watch the whole series (if I can find them to stream. I don’t have any of the streaming services that offer the series, apparently. Sigh), but I’m not sure I want to do that. I adored Helen Mirren back then and for decades to come. Fairly recently, though, she’s said some things that make me like her less. Also, I don’t know how well the series will hold up. But it was incredible at the time.


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