Why I forbid commenting

Mr. Eastwood summed it up perfectly. Autistic AND non-autistic people alike can be very cruel. I don't need any un-necessary pain in my life.
Here is a link to a New Yorker (yes, the New Yorker) article from 2013 on anonymity and the internet:http://www.newyorker.com/tech/elements/the-psychology-of-online-comments
Disabling commenting stops trolling before it begins. My writing anonymously allows me to share and educate facts and opinions.
God has something to say regarding the power of words (hard-core atheists please breathe deeply or press the back arrow now).
"The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one's life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell." James 3:6

"Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits." Proverbs 18:21 ESV
The Bible also says words are containers for power.
Scripture blows the "sticks and stones" argument out of the water.

A meme I created just for you trolls:

I will also put a watch over my own mouth when selecting language in my blog posts. I will try not to be blatantly offensive in a culture where everyone is offended by everything.

Regarding the words"ass" and "asshole", the word ass is found in the Bible. It refers to a donkey.

Why do they call a donkey a jackass?

This means that the proper scientific name for the donkey is Equus africanus asinus when it is considered a subspecies, and Equus asinus when it is considered a species. At one time, the synonym ass was the more common term for the donkey. The first recorded use of donkey was in either 1784 or 1785.-from Wikipedia

An asshole is the anus of a donkey. Some people are just plain stubborn and think out of one end.

Those folks will never be welcome here.

On the fringe: autism and family gatherings

Child covering ears Family gatherings are noisey. There are a myriad of voices that range in pitch and volume. There is that one person who laughs so loud that tears well in my eyes. Boys yell and bang on the piano. Someone is taking a photo with flash. Greeting people is part of being polite, even when you are already in sensory overload. Perfumes and colognes combine and foods from the kitchen circulate. Men yell at the football game and women laugh at something funny. All this is taken in at the door. There is a long way to wade through before I can put my coat in a quiet bedroom. I have to remember to smile and say "hello" as well as accept hugs. There are a few cousins who cannot stand my presence, though, at age 5, I don't know what I could have possibly done to upset them. I am asked, "Why do you plug your ears?" I am told repeatedly that nobody wants me here. I am the only one who isn't part of a group. Sometimes, I get bullied. A parent ...

The Onion in the Petunia Patch Part Three

Young adulthood-present I attempted suicide when I was 17, six months before graduation. I was hospitalized for the first of what would be over 20 spanning from 1997-2006. More bullying and much more blame came from what was supposed to be a place of healing. I was told how spoiled I was, what a con-artist I was; manipulative (as if plugging my ears and screaming at the loud toddler visiting was my way of wanting to “get” something from someone-other than quiet). There were more suicide attempts. In 1998, I saw the next in a series of psychiatrists/psychologists. This man diagnosed me, wearily, with “autistic tendencies”. I was 19. I went on to getting into trouble with the law and almost being imprisoned. I firmly believe if it hadn't been for my mom’s nursing sense and persevering spirit, I would have gone to jail and would not be here today. I questioned God. I began to wonder if He really did exist. I decided that He did, but that He hated me, even was bullying me. How s...

First Day of Spring

Cherry blossom tree in Springtime with light blue sky Today is the first day of Spring. As of late, I have presented a lot of dark, weighty subject material. I thought it was time for something positive and lighter. While Winter serves as a cushion and break from the outside sensory world, it also renews me for the next season. Spring helps me to appreciate the present a little more, as Summer can be tough with kids being off of school and setting off fireworks. Here is to the present. I also want to take the time to thank the Lord for always being with me, no matter how dark things get.

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