What Asperger children are doing with their brains when regular people think we are standing around being defective.

I was an uncomfortable child. I didn’t like the world much, and it didn’t like me. The world was confusing - disturbing, jarring, and alarming. I was frightened most of the time and most everything frightened me. Within my mind I was adventuresome and fearless, but people and their invasive habits and their intrusive rules and demands, scared the shit out of me. I didn’t know it, I instincted it. They wanted to keep me from adventure, from thought, and from truth. I hid. I still hide, because I was right. Social people confine and limit each other in terrible ways.

Women are confident that the man they live with is a nice guy and a good father. He’s just an average man, not a leader. Leaders know how to bring out the killer in every man. That’s why they are leaders. Men were a giant intellectual obstacle when I was a child. In their estimation of how things work, I was an insatiable little monster whose curiosity, hidden passion, obstinacy, questions, and rational seeking would be fine…if only I had been born a boy. How I learned to hate that pejorative and final indictment. 

Unbelievably, it was adult women who were most often the delivers of this life sentence of inferiority; women whose natural grace was replaced by restrictive clothing, rock hard hairstyles and icing-like make up, until nothing original remained. It was the 1950s and rigid sex rules demanded rigid bodies. Underwear was compiled in layers of girdles, brassieres, slips and garter belts, and stockings with seams that must be straight. Our mothers were Virgin priestesses who had been ceremoniously demoted by marriage, shamed and gagged by the function of their sex. I horrified my mother. I was not what she wanted in a child. My very existence challenged her acceptance of marriage as a woman’s inevitable defeat. My lively mind was a reminder of a dark female presence that she had murdered within herself.

The game unfolded: little girls were soon tamed. Female society ground on like a glacier that rolled over and pulverized every female that resisted its relentless power.

My father was a traitor to his gender. In matters of the mind he never slighted me. He was a mechanical engineer with wide interests, but his knowledge had one boundary, the artificial gulf between the priestly triumvirate of science, technology, and mathematics, the intellectual activities that divided the real world from everything else. He had an eidetic memory (he claimed) and rather than deflect my questions as unladylike annoyances, he fed me information about astronomy, geology, physics, chemistry, history, exploration and industry. He was not a creative person, but populated his mind with wonderful facts and figures in order to keep the world and his unhappy childhood at bay. He told me this, and let me know, without providing details, that he had idolized his father, a strict man who had used corporal punishment to toughen him up. 

Inexplicably, he hated his mother, whose sole flaw, as far as I could understand, was being a woman. His sister was also an object of his rage. He refused to provide any cause for his extreme feelings, and if my questions ventured to close to his wall of secrecy, he would turn on me. The experience was like that of trying to retrieve a bone from an ill-tempered dog that growls menacingly, curls its lip and commits a warning bite. Warning given: warning taken. I had to set aside this mystery concerning his female family members as a contradiction to the father I knew.

 

Wolf _ Dog.... Asperger_ Neurotypical?

All dogs are wolves; domestic dogs have been, and continue to be,  manipulated by humans for physical and behavioral traits we desire, tameness being the most fundamental. Evidence suggests that modern humans are also the result of selection for juvenile qualities. If so, Asperger individuals may be the developmental equivalent of wild dogs, which cannot be socialized.

 

Are Asperger people the equivalent of Wild Type Adult Dogs who are simply not fully domesticated?

 

If modern Homo sapiens is the product of domestication, might not this juvenalization apply to us, with the result that humans exhibit a range of developmental stages? Once humans were domesticated, the wild form (Asperger) of a species often becomes the object of unreasonable fear and attack. Example: the violent extermination of wolves in many parts of the world.

 

A chart showing stages of arrested development of domestic dog breeds compared to wild dogs, such as Coyotes and Jackals, which develop to full adulthood. Domestic dogs are the product of human selection, in which animals are intentionally retarded in a stage of juvenile development that is characterized by behavior that humans find useful. Not only is behavior arrested at various developmental stages, but the animal's physical appearance retains typical juvenile attributes. Thus domestic animals are the result of selective breeding that prevents the individual from becoming an adult. 

 

Not only the physical evidence for a juvenile status of modern humans is being studied, but the psychological effects also.