My autism essay, “The Story of Autism: How We Got Here, How We Heal,” is 7429 words. It includes a narrative on how I cured myself of autism, and has parts on glyphosate and neurodiversity. I read ~140 scientific papers for it. Thank you for reading.
Brain damage is in the air. It’s the year of brain damage. It’s the decade of brain damage. It’s the century of brain damage. It’s brain damage’s time to shine.
I buried 2-3 pounds of cheese in my yard and a shy large black wild pig dug it up and ate most of it. I only saw the back of the pig, running away, oinking.
This is my favorite singing/dancing style that I've seen on this site. I immediately connected with it. This is something I would highly enjoy doing—saying the same phrase and doing the same move repeatedly. I fully support this form of singing/dancing. I love it.
Dudu died. She was 16. I believe her soul is in the afterlife now. She had a beautiful life. While embodied, she had four friends—me, my mom's sister, my mom, and my dad, her favorite. The day after she died was the first time I saw my dad cry, when I was on FaceTime with my
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I like that Putin banned GMOs, including plants, seeds, and animals, and that he promotes organic food.
As he said in 2015, "We are not only able to feed ourselves taking into account our lands, water resources—Russia is able to become the largest world supplier of healthy,
I changed my Twitter profile pic from synthetic blue to natural blue (photo of sky). My new profile pic looks healthier, calmer, and more vibrant to me. I like it.
You are helping everyone by staying calm and healing yourself and working on your relationships and helping your friends and pets and family and gardening and changing your thought patterns and nurturing inner peace.
By helping yourself and people close to you, you are changing
U.S. autism rates
1970: 1 in 14,300
1985: 1 in 2,000
1995: 1 in 500
2020: 1 in 29 (1 in 20 boys)
The autism rate here has doubled an average of every six years since 1970. At this rate, half of American boys will be autistic by 2041, with around a third of them being nonverbal,
VICE became a government-parroting, self-righteously woke, corporate media company that mocked "conspiracy theorists," but before that it had open-minded editors that were free to do what they wanted to do and who showed an interest in me and my friends, having us write for it
Due to my research into near-death experiences, I want to die, and I’m excited to die—the afterlife seems very amazing—but I’m not suicidal and am not going to kill myself. I’m just going to live until the end of my life.
Instead of pooping into a toilet, I've been enjoying pooping in my yard, like my cats. I dig holes, poop in them, and cover my poop with soil, enriching my land. I've also, for a longer time, been peeing into glass bottles, diluting the pee, and feeding my plants with it.
Writing advice: Instead of trying to “find your voice,” just write something that you really want to share with a specific living person, a dead friend or relative, or an imaginary person that you wished existed.
I've been practicing telepathy with my cats. It seems to work with the non-autistic one. She meows when I mentally encourage her to meow. She comes to me when I mentally encourage her to come to me.
Writing advice: Don't "kill your darlings." Just copy/paste your prized phrases/sentences/passages that don't fit in your current piece into a different file for future use.
I've looked directly at the sun hundreds of times, working up to it by first gazing around it or passing my vision across it. I think sunning my eyes is healthy. Aldous Huxley recommends it in The Art Of Seeing. Other people recommend it too.
When people go down "rabbit holes" of research, they're really tunneling up out of the grim, bleak hole of what we've been taught is reality, into a larger, truer, more complex, hopeful, and magical world, in my view.
In the past week, I’ve made a simple change to my diet that has made me even less autistic (tested today in two brief social situations). The change involves removing certain foods. People aren’t ready to hear which foods. People aren’t ready to hear why.
Guys (especially guys with sleep issues): When you need to pee in the middle of the night, just pee in a bottle by your bed. Don't walk to the bathroom, turn on the light, stand there peeing in the light, etc. That will wake you up. Just pee in the dark in a bottle by your bed.
My next book is tentatively titled Self Heal: How I Cured My Autism, Autoimmune Disorder, Eczema, Depression, and Other Health Problems Naturally. It includes chapters on autism, my diet journey, my deformities, my mind, love, and Civilization Disorder.
When the power grid goes out, I'll be dead within weeks. My nonautistic cat will thrive in the post-apocalyptic wild. My other cat will soon join me in the spirit world.
I smoked DMT yesterday again, and I felt like the entire world I went to was one living organism, and that it wanted me to join it, but I was suspicious toward it, not knowing if it was good, and I also felt like I was "hiding" here in this world of planets and stars and people.
When I started reading fiction I liked reading books by “white people” because they were more likely to be dealing with loneliness and depression and existential issues, like me, instead of racism, poverty, etc.
Writing advice: Don't romanticize destructive behavior. Doing so will lead you deeper into depression and other mental illnesses and attract destructive readers who will keep you stagnant in self-destruction.
Some writers think there's nothing to write about, that the novel is dead, etc. Not me. I think there's so much to write about and that books change lives, influence culture, and are arguably more important than ever.