There are three basic responses to an autism diagnosis, that I’ve seen. (And combinations and permutations, of course.)
I’m autistic, huh. So, you know, that’s a thing. (this is information which may be relevant at some point, but most of the time I’m just trying to get by.)
I’m autistic, which means I have to work harder for the same result. (I recognise that I have difficulties with some things, but that means I need to put more effort in if I want them. No-one’s going to do it for me, nor should they have to. It’s not fair, but it’s how it is.)
I’m autistic, which means I can’t do it and everything should just be given to me or done for me. (I have a doctor’s note that says I don’t have to do stuff which is hard.)
That last one isn’t a symptom, it’s a choice.
Oh, and it manifests in various ways. At its most benign, it’s learned helplessness. At its most toxic, it’s a sense of universal entitlement. Combine that with toxic masculinity and it’s own sense of righteous universal entitlement, and you’ve got a powerful, poisonous combination.
The Late Show with Stephen Colbert reports on the Manosphere:
That “nobody else is (or every will be) better than me” attitude makes me wonder - are they training their kids to have a twisted sense of nostalgia about them? It makes me wish they’d watch this video from Belle on a loop until the message sinks in:
My husband was just venting a bit about something like this, basically that these attitudes are basically glorifying and enforcing some degree of dysfunctional narcissism. I think I agree.
Honestly, it would be better for everyone if these guys were all deeply closeted homosexuals or asexuals. But instead, they’re heterosexuals who don’t actually like women, who see women as (at best) a necessary evil for having sex and having a family. They’ve been raised and conditioned to hate, fear and despise femininity, and as a result they are cripplingly insecure, unhappy with actual real living women, and even more unhappy without them.
