Feminist Aspie

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#DDoM2015: We Are Not Just Things To Be Dealt With

TRIGGER WARNING: Abuse, including child abuse, murder and references to autism “therapies”.

Tomorrow, 1st March, is the annual Disability Day of Mourning, organised by disability rights organisations such as Autistic Self-Advocacy Network, ADAPT, Not Dead Yet, the National Council on Independent Living, and the Disability Rights Education & Defense Fund. Disabled people organise vigils and read out the names of disabled people killed by their parents or caregivers; a list which grows year on year at a horrifying rate. It’s reached the point where ASAN has compiled an Anti-Filicide Toolkit; the point where we need to actively teach people not to murder us for being who we are. Worse, when such a killing reaches mainstream media, the world reacts not with horror but with sympathy for the killer for dealing with us for so long – that is to say, for not doing it sooner – and their sentences, if they are even given, are lighter. The victim, meanwhile, is seen as nothing but a burden, a problem, a thing to be dealt with.

Sadly, this awful thought pattern shouldn’t come as a surprise when you consider the way we think about disabled people.

For example, autism is far too often considered from the point of view of a neurotypical outsider, rather than from the autistic person. Our sensory processing differences are rarely even acknowledged; our coping mechanisms are seen as “behaviours” which are different to neurotypical behaviours and therefore must be stopped. Our communication methods are dismissed; we are framed as deficient for lacking fluency in neurotypical non-verbal communication, yet neurotypical people make no attempt to learn ours, even for those people who can only communicate non-verbally. Even if we are diagnosed young, we often only learn about our own neurotype from the point of view of someone in our position via the Internet, for those of us able and allowed to access it.

When many neurotypical people talk about “the autism community”, they view it as including neurotypical people themselves, not as allies but as the main voices and authorities. The focus is on “autism parents” and “autism families”; not autistic people themselves, because we’re the things to be dealt with. Sometimes I even see phrases like “families with autism” (to describe families where one person is autistic), just to make it absolutely clear that they see autism as a thing to be dealt with by neurotypical family members.

The biggest voice of all is the neurotypical-run organisation Autism Speaks, despite being abhorred by the vast majority of autistic people for reasons outlined here; amongst them, a video called “Autism Every Day” in which a (then) board member talks about wanting to drive herself and her autistic daughter off a bridge, stopping only because of the effects it would have on her other, non-autistic, daughter. She says all this in front of her autistic daughter; nobody thinks of her as listening and understanding, because she’s not seen as a human, she’s seen as a thing to be dealt with. Just four days after the release of this video, Katherine “Katie” McCarron was murdered by her own mother. In November 2014, London McCabe was murdered by his own mother too – by being thrown from a bridge.

Autism Speaks, amongst others, signifies autism using a puzzle piece. Because we’re puzzles to be solved. Things to be dealt with.

And how are we dealt with? Abuse (abuse trigger warning for all links in this paragraph). Institutionalisation. The unimaginable horrors of the Judge Rotenberg Center. “Therapies”, like ABA, aimed at making autistic people outwardly act neurotypical; because what’s on the outside is all that matters, we’re not seen as having an “inside”, we’re seen as things to be dealt with. “Quiet Hands”. I’ve even heard of clicker training – yes, as in clicker training for dogs – being used. Ultimately, the result is conditioned compliance. The result is people feeling unable to say “no”.

They don’t really see us as people, and overcompensate in their language. As a general rule, autistic people prefer identity first language, but many neurotypical people often actively argue against this, telling us time and time again that we’re somehow being offensive to ourselves, even in response to our words about the aforementioned abuse. Their sentences do all sorts of gymnastics to avoid the word “autistic”- person with autism, person living with autism, person who just so happens to have autism – and all I hear is “I can only see you as a person if in my mind I push your autism as far away from you as possible, because it gets in the way of my view of you as a person”. Again, things to be dealt with.

Those of us who are verbal and who can pass for neurotypical are categorised as “high-functioning”; it sounds like a compliment, but it’s a trap. It means we’re put on a neurotypical pedestal, deemed “not really autistic” or “recovered” (Autism Speaks are still happy to count us in their scare-statistics though…) and therefore not taken seriously. Our differences are still, suppressed, openly mocked and used against us, but when we acknowledge them ourselves – for example, if we request accommodations – these same differences are denied totally, and we’re told we’re over-reacting. “High-functioning” is, ultimately, a threat; you know how we treat the autistic people who can’t or won’t pretend to be neurotypical, it says, so you must pretend – at all costs. The impact of those messages is so hard to undo, even when you know rationally that it’s wrong and ableist for people to expect that of you. And frankly, it’s exhausting.

Most people don’t think about autistic adults at all; media focuses almost entirely on children (or rather, almost entirely on the parents of autistic children…) and representation of autistic adults in fiction is usually very one-dimensional and stereotypical, and rarely involves input from actual autistic people, because it’s aimed instead at neurotypical people as “inspiration”. We’re not considered a part of the audience, we’re just a one-off “inspirational” plot line to boost ratings. We’re things to be dealt with.

This all means that everyday, unquestioned, “normal” expectations – how experiences should be, the amounts and methods of everything you should do, how you should feel in some cases – do not include us. The exclusion is subtle, and usually accidental, but it’s there, because society at large doesn’t consider that humans exist with different needs which need to be accommodated. In the UK, only 15% of autistic adults are in full-time paid employment, and of course there’s the social aspect, which cannot be measured with numbers. We keep quiet, partly because we know we won’t be taken seriously, and partly because we were never given the tools to ask for help.

Neurotypical people use this false high/low functioning dichotomy to silence us; if we speak out, they think we’re clearly too high-functioning to count, and Not Like Their Child; never mind that most adults are not like most children, and no person is the same as any other, and they’re neurotypical themselves so have no right to say we’re not autistic enough to be part of “the autism community”. Too often, “autism experts”, or to use Autism Speaks’ phrasing “autism champions”, are neurotypical – be they professionals or parents – because they have the experience of dealing with us.

Our own activism is dismissed as too negative or political because it goes against widely believed autism narratives, or dismissed as not real or a fringe issue because, due to the inaccessibility of the neurotypical world, it mostly takes place online. We’re stereotyped as lacking empathy, tact and compassion, and these stereotypes are used against us. We’re always the ones apparently failing to see other points of view, even though neurotypical people built and maintain this society to accommodate only themselves. Neurotypical and autistic perceptions are different, but it’s always ours that are deemed to be wrong. We’re too impolite, up until the point where we’re just compliant. We’re too vocal. Too selfish. Too sensitive.

Autism Speaks switched hashtags in a (failed) attempt to escape the voices of actually autistic people speaking, so we know they can hear us; they’d just rather we shut up. When mainstream media does listen to us, it requires the “balance” of comments from Autism Speaks.

We have to fight our way into the conversation about our own lives. This only demonstrates that it’s not actually about us. It’s never been about us. We’re not the subjects, we’re the objects. The things to be dealt with.

With all that in mind, is it any wonder so many disabled people are dying at the hands of the people who claim to love and care about them the most? The whole way we think about disability frames us not as people with feelings and needs and rights, but as things to be dealt with, whatever the means.

This has to change. Ableism kills.

The list the names of disabled people murdered by their parents or caregivers remembered tomorrow can be found here, alongside more information about the Disability Day of Mourning 2015.

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On transphobia and TERF hypocrisy

(TRIGGER WARNING: Discussion of misogynistic, transphobic and transmisogynistic violence, and transphobia more generally. DISCLAIMER: I’m a cis woman attempting to be vaguely useful; trans people, if I’ve got anything wrong, please do let me know.)

Feminists. I’m not angry, just disappointed. No wait, I’m also angry. As women, we have first-hand experience of oppression under patriarchy. As feminists, we understand how sexist men react when we point out that, well, society as it stands really isn’t all that fair. They mock, derail, try out all the usual tropes to avoid taking any responsibility for the problem, and/or losing any of their current male privilege. We’ve seen and heard it all before. We’ve questioned ourselves. We’ve learned how to not defer to them every time, we’ve learned to spot and dismantle those tropes as they appear. Basically, I’d like to think we know our stuff when it comes to how privilege and oppression works. So why is it that I keep seeing feminists go on to use those very same tactics to avoid taking responsibility for cis privilege and transphobia?

I’m going to use both the terms “transphobe” and “TERF”, so it may be helpful first to properly differentiate between the two. Transphobes are cis people who hate, and/or perpetuate the oppression of, trans people. TERF stands for Trans Exclusionary Radical Feminists – basically, TERFs are transphobic feminists who use feminism to deflect criticism for their transphobia. Not all transphobes are TERFs, not all feminists (or radfems) are TERFs, but all TERFs are transphobic and all TERFs purport to be feminists. And no, “TERF” is not a slur. Slurs are words used against the oppressed group to remind them of their place, their historical oppression, the power that the slur-user has over them; in many ways, slurs are a threat. The word “TERF” does not remind TERFs of their historical oppression by trans people, because that oppression obviously does not exist. The word “TERF” simply reminds TERFs that they’re transphobic, and a lot of people seriously don’t agree with them. You know how misogynists don’t like being called misogynists? That’s the same reaction that’s happening here.

terf venn diagram[Image description: A Venn diagram labelled “transphobes” on the left, “feminists” on the right, and “TERFs” in the middle]

In feminist circles (pun not intended…) the fight against transphobia tends to be focused on TERFs, so they respond with things like “but it’s not just us!” and “what about THOSE transphobes?”. I’ll look at that response in more detail later, but for now, suffice to say that many TERFs have media platforms, which means they have a great influence over others (particularly other feminists), and in many cases they are presented as the face of mainstream feminism, so other feminists have to work hard to ensure that trans women feel safe and are included in the feminist movement, and this of course requires standing up to the TERFs. Weirdly, despite being feminists, TERFs tend to use many of the same arguments as sexist men…

Misogynists: “I got told this was “misogynistic”! The “patriarchy” isn’t real!”
Transphobes: “part of a worrying pattern of intimidation and silencing of individuals whose views are deemed “transphobic” or “whorephobic”.”
The latter is, of course, a direct quote from That Free Speech Letter (which also attacked sex workers, because attacking trans people apparently wasn’t enough). Putting words in quote marks doesn’t make the concepts behind them any less real. Calling words “made-up” is futile too, because that’s true of all words.

Misogynists: “Not all men are like that”
Transphobes: “Not all cis people are like that”
TERFs: “Not all radfems are like that”
Who cares? Stop talking about how you’re Definitely Not Like That and start speaking out against those who are Like That. Calling out transphobia is not an attack on all cis people or an attack on all feminists (or radfems), it’s an attack on transphobia and our response as cis people and/or feminists should be to listen and change to avoid transphobia in future.

Misogynists: “But I don’t hate women! What happened was awful, but…”
Transphobes: “But I don’t hate trans people! What happened was awful, but…”
Our society has pushed awful oppressive ideas on us all our lives; even those of us who recognise this fact mess up so many times, because it’s just so normalised. You don’t have to actively hate an oppressed group to perpetuate hate against them; most people perpetuate this hate without realising. Don’t get defensive – look at where you’ve messed up and learn from it.

Misogynists: “And here is a token woman who agrees with me!”
Transphobes: “And here is a token trans person who agrees with me!”
Your one token does not negate the views of the many others disagreeing with them. Trans people are not a hive mind, just as women are not a hive mind.

Misogynists: “How come you’re focusing on women when gender stereotypes hurt everyone?”
Transphobes: “How come you’re identifying as non-binary when the gender binary hurts everyone?”
First I should point out the glaring discrepancy in this comparison: the former is a choice, whereas the latter is not. Having said that, both arguments are based on the same false idea that everyone being affected means that everyone is affected equally. Not true. The gender binary coerces cis people to conform to roles in which very few people (if anyone) actually fit. The gender binary forces trans people to conform to an entire gender which goes directly against who they really are. Trans people are being murdered and abused for not conforming. Men do not experience misogyny. Cis people do not experience transphobia. It’s that simple.

Misogynists: “Hahaha, Tumblr throws a tantrum over every little thing”
Transphobes: “Hahaha, Twitter throws a tantrum over every little thing”
The specific websites aren’t really relevant, they’re just the versions I hear most often from these people; however, what is relevant is that these people are often saying these things on the very websites they’re apparently criticising. Often on Tumblr, “Tumblr” is used as a euphemism for “the various oppressed groups who are making the most of this one space they have to talk about their own experiences”; basically, laughing at “Tumblr” sounds less obviously awful than laughing at women, or trans people, or anyone else who has the sheer audacity to exist whilst not being a cis straight white abled man. Substitute “Tumblr” for “Twitter” and you’ve got every tweet from a TERF over the past week laughing at how “Twitter” gets angry so easily. And for the record, “little things” aren’t quite so little when you’re actually experiencing them.

Misogynists: “Stop whining about sexist articles, what about women in other countries who can’t vote or work outside the home?” (usually accompanied by a load of racism too)
Transphobes: “Stop whining about transphobic articles, what about the mass murder of trans women?”
TERFs: “Stop whining about us, what about transphobic men/male violence?”
This week, several cis people have basically accused trans people of not caring about themselves enough. Really not okay. Usually, the person making this argument only ever raises the “bigger problem” when making this argument; they don’t care themselves, they just want the people calling them out to shut up. Aside from that, someone else’s bigotry doesn’t magically make yours okay, even if it is less violent. In fact, so-called “harmful views” are exactly that, harmful – transphobia perpetuates violence against trans people, just as misogynist men don’t have to be physically violent themselves to perpetuate violence against women. I’ve included the specific TERF argument I’ve seen everywhere because although it has the same basis as the first two statements, it’s wrong on a few extra levels; TERFs are being focused on because trans people and other feminists want to make the feminist movement safe for and inclusive of trans people, and because the TERFs are themselves focusing on hating trans people (trans women in particular) rather than combating male violence and/or using their cis privilege to confront transphobic men, plus many feminists and trans activists aren’t focusing on the “bigger problem” right now because the TERFs have caused harm which now needs to be undone.

Misogynists: “Focusing on violence against women is giving women special treatment, what about this other issue that affects us *all*?”
TERFs: “Focusing on transmisogynistic murders is giving trans women special treatment, what about this other form of sexism that affects *all* women?”
Nobody should have to wait their turn to be seen as full humans with full human rights. Nobody should have to wait their turn to not be murdered at an horrifying rate. Just because an issue doesn’t affect you personally doesn’t mean it isn’t important or urgent.

Misogynists: “Feminists are so angry and irrational, you can’t have an objective debate with them.”
Transphobes: “Trans people and their allies are so angry and irrational, you can’t have an objective debate with them.”
Nobody should have to debate their own rights, their own experiences, their own life, every single day. It’s much easier to stay calm, civil, patient and polite when you’re not the one whose existence is on trial. The experience of the dominant group isn’t objective; to say it is perpetuates the idea of the dominant group as the norm. Women are constantly dismissed for being irrational and emotional, putting us on the defensive whilst the initial misogyny goes without comment or criticism. Feminists must surely know how that feels. It really confuses and saddens me that some feminists, having experienced this themselves, go on to inflict it on others anyway.

Misogynists: “Men won’t listen to you if you’re this hostile all the time!”
Transphobes: “Cis people won’t listen to you if you’re this hostile all the time!”
Except they won’t listen if you’re nice, either, because to many of these people, “nice” means “quiet and compliant”. Sometimes this is twisted into “people just want to learn and you’re just driving them away”. Strangely, that argument only ever appears after somebody has either been malicious from the start or outright refused to listen after being called out. People who just want to learn, well, they listen, and learn, without major drama, and it goes unnoticed.

Misogynists: “You hurt my feelings! Apologise for pointing out that sexism just then!”
Transphobes: “You hurt my feelings! Apologise for pointing out that transphobia just then!”
The hurt feelings of the oppressed group – the ones attacked in the first place, and in the context of being attacked constantly – never come into the equation, because the harm done to them is normal, not noteworthy.

Misogynists: “I know I’ll get criticised for this, but *is sexist* LOOK AT HOW BRAVE I AM FOR SAYING THE THING FEMINISTS DON’T WANT ME TO SAY”
Transphobes: “I know I’ll get criticised for this, but *is transphobic* LOOK AT HOW BRAVE I AM FOR STANDING UP TO THE TRANS BULLIES”
See also the racist “we’re not allowed to talk about immigration” trope, when in fact that’s ALL the person is talking about. The idea of this is to frame the oppressed group as a powerful mob who somehow control us all; and yet, mysteriously, the “silenced” views are everywhere whilst the “dominant”, “bullying” views are rarely heard at all.

Misogynists: “Criticism and boycotts by feminists are taking away my freedom of speech!”
Transphobes: “Criticism and boycotts by trans people are taking away my freedom of speech!”
The Freeze Peach trope has been done to death already, and I discussed it only a couple of weeks ago. But take a look at this. Here is an interview with Dapper Laughs – yep, apparently he’s still a thing – in The Independent today (TW: rape). Look at what he says, and compare it with That Free Speech Letter. The gist of the arguments is terrifying similar. Actual literal Dapper Laughs, for crying out loud. Need I say anymore?

So there you have it – right now, certain feminists are starting to sound a lot like the misogynists they’re supposed to be countering, without a hint of irony or self-awareness. Identifying as a feminist does not absolve you of transphobia, no matter how you frame it. TERFs call it feminism, but this is not the kind of feminism that I want to be a part of.


Lost In Translation

“Do you want to go get a coffee?” I want a coffee. I want to have a chat with you. I want a date with you.

“I had a nightmare on Friday.” I had a really bad dream on Friday night. Friday itself was awful.

“Don’t come unless you really want to.” Come, but only if you really want to. Please please please come. Please please please don’t come.

“It’s at 10.” We need to arrive before it starts at 10. We need to arrive at some point after 10. We need to arrive somewhere else entirely for pre-drinks at 9, and I have no idea what’s happening after that.

“This is against the rules.” This is against the rules. This is technically against the rules, but everyone does it and literally nobody cares – I mean, I’m only a sign, I can’t stop you – just use commonsense and don’t do anything dangerous, disruptive or harmful to others.

“I’d hate me if I were you.” If I had problems interpreting neurotypical language like you, I’d be really annoyed at me because I’m sometimes unclear and don’t say what I mean. Quick, reassure me that you don’t hate me. I think we’re a bit of a mismatch and you should direct your affections elsewhere.

“BYOB.” Bring your own booze. Bring your own beverage, whatever that may be.  Bring your own booze, but if you just want soft drinks, we have those already; they’re supposed to be mixers, but nobody will mind if you drink them on their own. Also bring cups. We have cups, you don’t need to bring those.

“I’ll just wait for everyone to settle down…” Quite a few people are still arriving and/or doing other things, so I’ll wait a few seconds until they’re finished. You there, the one that’s just arrived and is still ordering her diet coke, hurry up and sit down.

“Oh, you came, thanks so much!” Thank you so much for coming. What are you doing here?! YOU ACTUALLY CARE!! You’re creepy.

“Do you want to go get a coffee?” I want a coffee. We haven’t had the chance to talk in a while and I want to catch up. You asked me on a date a while back and this is me reciprocating.

(Inspired by this Dinah The Aspie Dinosaur comic, and also by my own cluelessness)


Free Speech: You keep using that phrase…

free speech inigo montoya

[Image description: A picture of Inigo Montoya from The Princess Bride, captioned with the following: “Free speech”. You keep using that phrase, but I do not think it means what you think it means]

Seeing as everybody else is doing it – let’s talk about freedom of speech.

Freedom of speech means that you have the right to express yourself without being killed, imprisoned, arrested, or generally having your other rights and freedoms removed – and even in the strictly legal sense, this has qualifiers. For example, the European Convention of Human Rights (enshrined in UK law by the Human Rights Act 1998) notes that freedom of expression may be subject to “such formalities, conditions, restrictions or penalties as are prescribed by law and are necessary in a democratic society” including “for the protection of the reputation or rights of others”.  In other words, branding universities as anti-free-speech for things like harassment policies or rules against racist, sexist and/or homophobic language is seriously misguided.

Again, freedom of speech means that you have the right to hold and express opinions. It does not mean that other people have to listen to you, agree with you, or accept your bigotry without dissent. And it definitely does not mean you have the right to a platform. I mean, I haven’t spoken at a prestigious university institution or written for a nationwide publication either. Believe it or not, neither have most people. Incidentally, marginalised groups who are regularly put down by The Freeze Peach Debate are even less likely than more privileged people to have these, well, privileges. Those platforms are far from a right.

We have got to the point where people are are complaining about how ~completely silenced~ they are via the medium of their national newspaper columns, or in articles and blog posts that go viral. Alternatively, these people sometimes have their oppressive views quoted uncritically in such articles as part of The Freeze Peach Debate. They’re not being silenced at all.

Yet, some of them are even comparing their lack of (an additional) platform to the Charlie Hebdo attacks. Comparing being no-platformed or being disagreed with to literally being murdered . Invoking an unrelated tragedy to manipulate the reader’s emotions and make no-platforming seem horrific by association. I’ve seen this from people on all sides and it’s really not on. It’s trivialising, it’s upsetting… Just bloody don’t.**

Moving swiftly on, why is it that the poor, silenced Freeze Peach Advocates are never as vocal when the police kettle peaceful protests, or create violent conflicts that are later blamed on protesters? Why are they never as vocal when such protests and vigils are targeted by individuals from the often more powerful institutions being called out, whether by online trolls beforehand or (actual or threatened) disruption of the event itself, with the intention of making people feel too unsafe to show up? Freedom of expression means freedom of expression for everyone. It’s almost as if the anti-no-platformers are more concerned about protecting bigotry than actually advocating for free speech… By the way, the concepts of “safe” and “unsafe” are not just buzzwords for you to dismiss as a fad. I can’t believe this needs to be said, but anti-sex-work rhetoric actually does harm sex workers; TERF rhetoric actually does harm trans people; racist rhetoric actually does harm people of colour. As highlighted brilliantly by Stillicides’ Misogyny Triangle, oppressive attitudes aren’t just an opinion. They’re actually dangerous. Remember, the protection of the rights of others.

In these contexts, the Freeze Peach Debate is usually little more than a derailing tactic. When someone is perpetuating an oppression and the relevant oppressed group stands up for themselves, the big conversation ends up always being the Freeze Peach Debate, and never being about the awfulness that created the situation in the first place. Rather than raising awareness of the underlying issues, marginalised groups are put straight on the defensive- again. And it is always marginalised groups; the anti-no-platformers will only ever refer to them as “students” to try and avoid looking like they’re perpetuating oppression, but the students in question are invariably from liberation campaigns. It’s like when people criticise “Tumblr” when they themselves are Tumblr users; they usually mean either social justice advocates more generally, or particularly people in marginalised groups never represented in mainstream media.

Importantly, though, that’s not to say you can’t criticise people who experience oppression – I mean, freedom of speech, right? Feminists: Remember that women can be oppressive too. No-platforming a woman for views harmful to sex workers is not misogynistic, any more than no-platforming a gay man for misogynistic views would be homophobic. Intersectionality isn’t just a word that looks good in your Twitter bio, it’s a very real concept. Women can be oppressive too. As a student who has spent the past few months debating on student feminist Facebook groups about no-platforming men, I’ve found it really bizarre that, in light the Kate Smurthwaite debacle, there’s suddenly this idea that only women are no-platformed, when some quick research proves otherwise. Or even short-term memory – a pro-life Oxford society inviting two cis men to “debate” abortion, anyone? It was only three months ago… Basically, no-platforming is far from being a tool of misogyny; in fact, as Stavvers pointed out earlier today, the heavy criticism of no-platforming by feminist societies is strongly linked to the patriarchal idea that women are not permitted to have boundaries.

Finally: For people who are so passionate about freedom of expression, the anti-no-platformers sure are angry about people disagreeing with them…

**Relax, I don’t have the power to stop you saying things I don’t like, nor would I want that. But I do have the power to tell you you’re being a dick.


You Don’t Know What It’s Like

(Sidenote: This is in response to a conversation that’s taking place amongst people I know IRL, and if I can somehow figure out a way to communicate this message to the people that really need to hear it, I may remove this post from the blog for anonymity reasons)

You don’t know what it’s like to have to choose between spending time with friends, or in a community which purports to include you, and not putting yourself through huge levels of anxiety at best and a meltdown at worst.

You don’t know what it’s like to look forward to it anyway, because it’s all you’ve got, and sometimes it hasn’t been too bad; you don’t know what it’s like for “I probably won’t freak out too much, and if I do there might be a way around it” to be the very definition of “looking forward to it”.

You don’t know what it’s like to put on your favourite clothes and your favourite music and everyone else’s favourite neurotypical-passing brave face and persuade yourself that you will have fun tonight, only for it to go as badly as, deep down, you knew it would all along.

You don’t know what it’s like to feel out of sorts for days and to blame yourself for it because you knew you couldn’t handle it and you should have stayed at home. Again.

You don’t know what it’s like to have had a recent meltdown on a loud, crowded, chaotic, drunken night out, to remember how that felt, and to not want to just relax and try again next time.

You don’t know what it’s like to feel isolated and lonely even when you’re literally living amongst the biggest social circle you’ve ever had, and more than likely the biggest social circle you will ever have, in a city with seemingly infinite opportunities, because all they ever want to do is that one kind of socialising mentioned above.

You don’t know what it’s like to suddenly do a U-turn and start blaming yourself not only for going, but also for not going.

You don’t know what it’s like for people who care about you to think “Please don’t feel pressured, it’s okay if you don’t want to come” is enough; it doesn’t occur to them to find alternatives that don’t need to come with a warning. You don’t know what it’s like for them to think “You don’t have to drink” is enough; it doesn’t occur to them that if everyone else’s night is revolving around the idea of getting drunk, you’re maybe going to feel a little bit left out. You don’t know what it’s like for people to think not literally forcing you to do things you don’t want to means that they deserve an ally cookie.

You don’t know what it’s like to feel selfish for even thinking about this issue, for not just going with the majority and accepting you can’t always have your own way and compromising, even just in your own head, when all your life all you’ve ever done is fucking compromise.

You don’t know what it’s like to be feel like you’re judgmental and anti-fun, because you’ve heard people talk badly about others who stay quiet on the sidelines and don’t drink and don’t get involved much, and maybe they’re tolerating it from you because they know you’re autistic, but even so, that’s all that you are. Tolerated.

You don’t know what it’s like for people to assume you just don’t want social interaction, because you’re autistic.

You don’t know what it’s like for people to assume you’re just bad at social interaction, even though you’ve lost count of the number of times you’ve left an overloading event only to sit and talk for hours with your best friend back in halls, and the number of times you’ve arranged lunch or coffee or cinema or so many other things with individuals or smaller groups.

You don’t know what it’s like to have the problem framed as just a fact of autistic life, a sad tragedy that cannot be resolved, because nobody stops to wonder if they’re part of the problem, however small. You don’t know what it’s like to be told, in whatever way, “you can’t just change society” by countless people who, themselves, constitute “society” – to paraphrase a friend, we are disabled by you.

You don’t know what it’s like to be told how complicated you’re told it is to do one thing, yet how easy it apparently is to sort out pre-drinks, a bar, a club, have a few back-up clubs in mind in case you don’t get into the first one, and the nightbus route home, all with increasing alcohol levels as they progress through the night – impressive if you ask me, especially given the rate at which other suggestions are dismissed because nobody can be bothered to organise them.

You don’t know what it’s like to be told to just arrange it all yourself and to actually do so, only for it all to fall apart later that day in favour of Drinks In Someone’s Room, Part Infinity, when you know that’s going to involve more people in one small space than you can manage, and to have people reassure you that it’s all going to be totally okay because you can just bring Diet Coke. You don’t know what it’s like when the Diet Coke doesn’t miraculously level out your sensory input, or how frustrating it is when, inevitably, it ends badly.

You don’t know what it’s like to, after all that, resign yourself to taking the path of least resistance and play along with the “autistic person can’t control their emotions and doesn’t have empathy and threw a tantrum and now they’re really sorry” trope, and try in future try to be more calm and tactful when raising the issue, which of course usually means “don’t raise it at all”.

You don’t know what it’s like for people to refuse to hear this unless you have positive solutions, when this exclusionary system of socialising has become so unquestioned, so normal, that nobody can conceive of anything else.

You don’t know what it’s like to be the inconvenience.

You don’t know what it’s like to be the afterthought.

You don’t know what it’s like.

You don’t.

So don’t fucking tell me that I have to accept it.


I’m still here!

Just a quick update. Earlier today I took the decision to make private my most recent post from just over a week ago, because it was quite personal and aimless and made a bit of a mess of a really tricky subject with loads of different issues mainly ignored in favour of whining about my feels. There’s a small chance that my (unrelated) post from late December may eventually follow suit, although I’ve decided to leave it up for now, and that will make it look like I’ve been off the radar for two months. So basically, I’d just like to let you all know that I still exist, I still read the blogs I follow fairly regularly, I can still be found on Twitter from time to time, and a new blog post will happen whenever it happens.

I love writing this blog, and I wish I could better maintain it, but in the short term I have exams until next week, and in the long term I’ve had quite a hard time recently with the mental health stuff, to the point that I’m finally starting to put together a plan to Talk To People and Do Something About This – and now that I’ve written that on here, I’ll have to do it! Any advice on Talking To People and Doing Something About This is welcome.

And I can’t work out how to end this post, so here’s an Imgur gallery of owls.


Remembering Leelah Alcorn: a round-up of links

Originally posted on Another angry woman:

Content warning: This post mentions and links to content discussing transmisogyny and suicide

You will have likely heard of the tragic death of Leelah Alcorn and perhaps seen her suicide note and the reaction of the mother whose behaviour directly caused Leelah’s death. As a cis person, I have little to add personally, but my own sadness that this happens not just to Leelah but to countless other people in her situation. All I can offer is a round-up of the words of others who understand the situation better than me, because they have lived it. I also want to signpost that tomorrow, 3rd January, there will be a vigil for Leelah at Trafalgar Square at 1pm if you wish to come and pay respects.

Listening to the Living and the Dead: Ruminations on #justiceforLeelahAlcorn (b. binaohan)

To save trans lives; listen to Leelah (Natacha Kennedy)

Cis People Know Best…

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Where I’ve Been: A long whine about my brain

Long time, no see! Again. I’m sorry for disappearing off the face of the metaphorical planet. Again. This post will basically consist of me whining about my brain. Again. Having said that, I’ve been meaning to write this post for quite a while now, and with my blogversary this Tuesday and no sign that I’ll magically be really motivated and Good At This again any time soon, I suppose there’s no time like the present! Basically, I want to try and explain from scratch some mental-health-ish problems I’ve been having, as if explaining them to my parents, because that’s my eventual aim before I leave home again next week; I struggle with finding the right words verbally at the best of times and as you can probably imagine this is a particularly hard topic to find words for, so I’m hoping that even though they’ll probably never see this post, it will help to structure everything in my own head. This is also difficult, so I’ve ended up with a really long, quite whiny post, so I apologise for that; I also wanted to offer an explanation for my constant disappearances, so I guess I’m reaching out to people here too.

When I’ve spoken to friends, I’ve called it “brainbug” just because I don’t have any more concrete terms, so it’s worth noting at this point that despite that word, I haven’t totally ruled out the possibility that it’s not a “bug” at all but rather autistic burnout or something else along autism-related lines (that’s also why I’ve used the tags I’ve used). I usually lean towards the idea that it’s something else, though, mainly because unlike autism, I see it as a Bad Horrible Thing that I’d gladly get rid of in a heartbeat. I’ve spent a while tonight planning out this post, and I think I’ve managed to split the brainbug into three main sections, although they’re all quite interlinked:

1.) The anxiety stuff. In many ways seems to be part-and-parcel of life on the spectrum. Sensory issues are a thing. Personally, I panic in crowds, I don’t handle lots of loud conflicting noises well, and the reason I couldn’t sleep on Christmas Eve was less to do with excitement of the next day and more to do with the jumpers we were all going to wear (this seems really silly to me in hindsight, because those things were actually SO comfy!). To an extent, this is not new. Yet it’s increasing, slowly but steadily over time – my anxiety and fear around this stuff has gone through the roof, even though my actual tolerance hasn’t decreased to match.

Having said that, a large portion of my issues under the “anxiety” section aren’t really to do with sensory overload at all, but are more social; I don’t know, talking to people just seems to be harder now than it was before starting university, especially when I think back to how loud, enthusiastic and at times too-brutally-honest I was when I was younger. This may or may not be due to point 2. What really scares me is that I’ve recently realised I’ve sort of accepted terrified!Me as the new, well, me – the new normal. Sometimes I make it into a running joke, and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that, but I worry that I’m falling into the trap of pretending everything is okay when that’s not always the case.

2.) The huge sense of inadequacy. This has also gradually become my “normal”; I’ve noticed this alongside point 1, but in hindsight it may have been around in some more subtle form since, let’s say, secondary school. At the heart is a truckload of internalised ableism I somehow still haven’t managed to shift. Everyone else can cope with this, feels at ease with that, enjoys this, doesn’t enjoy that, and definitely doesn’t do those things, so why are you so weird?! Rationally, I know this isn’t fair, but at the same time, I worry incessantly about what everyone else must think of me and, sadly, that IS the way a lot of people think.

At the same time, I always feel like I’m just not cut out to be an adult (she says, at 20 years old) because the others at uni seem to find all the basic adult-ing stuff so easy and can deal with that and their studies and their much bigger social lives and their societies and their sports and their applications and all the other people are all doing so much more than me, and this is much harder to just fight away with logic because usually it’s actually true. Thinking about it tonight, a lot of this is probably fuelled by point 3.

In either case, this often leads to huge negative thought spirals. Huge spirals, and hugely negative. It’s really not healthy, and probably exacerbates point 3.

3.) The near-total lack of spare brain-energy. Again, that’s a term I’ve made up for lack of anything better – I’m not entirely sure how broadly the spoon theory can be applied and I don’t want to appropriate it from people with chronic illnesses, but think of it as an at least vaguely accurate analogy. As I said above, everyone else seems to be able to handle so much all at once, not just in terms of work/serious stuff but also things like starting new hobbies and even keeping up with loads of different TV shows and film. In contrast, I don’t seem to be able to juggle all the balls at once, and if I actively try and pick something up again, it’s at the expense of something else… and this is the part where regular readers may wonder how I hadn’t managed to notice this until recently! This is the main underlying reason why the blog keeps disappearing. The other thing I’ve been neglecting long-term is my guitar; I suppose it doesn’t help that I’m not at home very often anyway, but even when I am, it’s something I always seem to put off for no real reason other than lack of brain-energy.

In the last month or so, though, I’ve realised that during my first term abroad I’ve inadvertently “dropped” every non-essential, not-strictly-scheduled, not-time-sensitive thing, up to and including my Netflix catch-up plans even though watching TV theoretically requires virtually zero effort. I do work on time because there are deadlines. I go out with friends because we’ve set a time for it. I Skype home because I do that on two specific evenings a week. I used to blog every Wednesday afternoon but one week while I was writing, plans were changed and it really set off point 2, and this is the first time I’ve blogged since that day just because the routine was thrown off track once. I do laundry roughly every week because it needs to be done or I won’t have anything to wear. I buy food and cook it and eat it because it is literally necessary for survival, and I’m really not very good at it, but at least I am actually doing this now; there were a couple of weeks this term where even that seemed impossible, and I think it’s only since inadvertently-dropping-everything that I’ve at least felt stable again in the literally-basic-self-care department.

What I’m not doing is blogging regularly or even following the Twitter feed. Or filling in and sending off endless applications for internships – I’ve done two (one rejected, one pending) and would like to get a third done, but I’m leaving it a bit late, and I have exams next month. Or doing anything else about the fact that I have absolutely no idea what I actually want to do with my life and should probably sort that out so I can start gaining all the necessary experience. Or learning to cook more different things. Or learning other useful and/or necessary adulting stuff. Or watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer – it sounds like a silly thing to think about, but I started way back in August, am really enjoying it, and don’t understand why I can’t motivate myself to watch one episode every so often when a lot of other students can manage entire seasons in a matter of days. Even my plans to re-watch all of new Doctor Who in French slowed to a stop towards the end of series 1, and come on, that’s Doctor Who, no motivation problems there. And for what? I have less work this year than I’ve had for the last two years. I haven’t managed to get into any extra-curricular activities like those I’d been doing at my UK university. And at home, all of that goes away anyway. I don’t know where the time, or the brain-energy, is going. Putting all this together, I guess I’m concerned. It makes me feel like I can’t possibly handle being an a “proper adult” which is a huge factor behind point 2.

In the last few months – since the summer, let’s say – all this has had some other effects. I’m not really sure how to word this, but emotionally, things seem to be coming to a head much more often. This time last year, I’d say I only cried during a meltdown or (for some reason) if close family members were arguing. These days, crying sometimes happens just on my own in my room (so without any meltdown-inducing sensory input), often when talking to friends online about the brainbug, but occasionally also as a direct result of not being able to Just Deal With Things like everyone around me. It’s definitely not an autistic meltdown, because I recover pretty easily and usually feel better afterwards. I’m not even sure it’s a bad thing to be expressing emotions more often; it’s just another difference I’ve observed. In addition, thanks to my year abroad I’ve made quite a few new friends, and it’s made me think about how much I pass as neurotypical – basically, I definitely used to, but now I don’t think I do. This is absolutely definitely not a bad thing, and in some ways makes things easier, although it does fuel point 2. It does concern me that verbal communication (by which I mean “actually saying what I want to say, rather than saying something else or just dropping it”) is so much harder these days, or at least more inconsistent.

I’m not consistent – and it really makes me doubt myself. Sometimes I’m okay. I don’t mean putting-on-a-mask okay, I don’t mean pretending to be okay, I mean genuinely, really okay. And even when I’m not, sometimes I can be okay for a little while; I think I’ve spent my first term in France mainly in the “not okay” zone, and yet I’ve had so many great times, amazing experiences and memories, literally doing a year abroad, making new friends, seeing the sights, going to events, and I even successfully asked for an actual literal date for the first time. How can I do all that and have such a great time and also have all this bad head stuff going on? It doesn’t help that, as you would imagine, I often don’t want to talk about the bad stuff or find it too difficult, but will happily talk sincerely and enthusiastically about the good stuff, creating an “everything’s perfect!” mask that now looks impossible to undo. Also, so many well-meaning friends have said “we all feel like this” to comfort me and/or attempt to tackle point 2 – being students, we’re all getting our first tastes of adulthood, and there’s a whole group of us facing the same challenges of the year abroad. This makes me wonder if all of the above is actually totally normal and I’m just completely failing to cope… as in point 2. Oops.

This has been going on in various forms for about 18 months – although I’m not sure exactly – but I feel like this is the first term where it’s actually beginning to interfere with my studies and other career-stuff, as well as of course hugely interfering with my participation in feminist/social justice activism even online, which is hugely important to me, and I’m really sorry I keep abandoning the blog. It’s not for lack of trying. I’ve taken a few steps mainly to deal with the anxiety, but that’s for another post (specifically the one that’s been sitting half-finished in my drafts for a month) and, whilst very helpful for calming me down, I feel like it’s doing little to actually resolve the admittedly rather vague “problem”.

At the end of every term for the past year, I think “right, when I finish this term I seriously need to talk to people at home about this” and yet I’ve never actually done it. It’s a problem with finding words, but also with timing. There is no standard acceptable time to casually bring up that yes, uni is fantastic and I don’t regret a second of it, but also my brain hates me now and I’m quite concerned. But at the same time, at some point very soon I guess I’m going to have to bite the bullet.


Angry Feminists Are Not Your Playthings

(Content note: Discussion of anti-choice rhetoric, general abuser dynamics, and brief references to rape, abuse and harassment)

Here’s something I’ve seen in literally every online feminist discussion space I’ve ever been in:

  1. Someone (almost invariably a man; sometimes, but not always, an actively malicious troll from the start) says something problematic.
  2. The issue with what they’ve just said is pointed out to them, directly but politely.
  3. Because there’s this general idea that accusing someone of an -ism is worse than the thing that led to the accusation (and it isn’t: only one of those things promotes a real, harmful power structure), the person takes this as a personal attack, and becomes defensive rather than maybe consider that they need to change their behaviour/language/viewpoint.
  4. They continue this until a long, unnecessary, derailing comment thread develops.
  5. They paint the people who called them out as the problem for “making such a big deal of it”, and are often believed, because feminists are so angry and aggressive and argumentative amirite? This is called gaslighting. Google it.
  6. The majority of threads, in which genuinely-well-intentioned-people-who-made-a-mistake are nudged in the right direction without major drama and discussion remains civil because there’s nobody deliberately trying to aggravate it, is disregarded, either deliberately or just because it isn’t as memorable or likely to repeatedly show up on the news feed.
  7. Suddenly, the whole group is criticised for being too argumentative, hostile, full of personal attacks (which on further inspection boil down to “pointing out something problematic”) and silencing “different opinions” (often code for sexist/transphobic/homophobic etc. views which literally cost lives). Nobody considers who actually started the arguments.
  8. People become scared to contribute because they don’t want to get caught up in arguments; with the actual cause of the conflicts long forgotten, this eventually becomes “scared to contribute because they don’t want to get called out” because of the aforementioned gaslighting.
  9. The conversation becomes one about how to avoid hurting the feelings of well-intentioned-people-who-made-a-mistake, which was never the problem, rather than the actual problem of how to deal with the trolls.
  10. The confirmation bias phenomenon kicks in; feminists are seen as irrational and overly aggressive, so when the next man-starting-shit comes along, they’re more likely to be able to paint feminists as the aggressors.

Seriously. It’s the same thing in Every. Single. Forum. It wouldn’t surprise me if there was something similar going on in offline spaces, too.

Telling a man that maybe he might need to re-consider is eventually exaggerated into aggression and some angry-mob-of-irrational-feminists-with-pitchforks. Dale Splender once noted “The talkativeness of women has been gauged in comparison not with men but with silence” and I think the same might be true more specifically when a woman confronts someone; her level of assertiveness is not compared to what is expected of men, it’s compared to what is expected of a silent, compliant, smiling background decoration. I know that personally, offline at least, I spend a lot of time being that “polite” silent woman because I’m too scared to confront people, and consequently I have certain male friends/relatives/etc who see me as some sort of “acceptable feminist” because I’m not like those feminists they see online. (Oh, if only they knew…) This really saddens me, because although they might not know it, the message I get from this is “women who stand up for themselves are okay, as long as they only do it in their own heads because of huge underlying anxiety issues” (stay tuned next week for more on that, by the way) and hopefully I don’t need to explain all the different levels of why that’s not okay.

Anyway, enough about me – let’s look at the bigger picture. 1 in 3 women will be abused by an intimate partner in her lifetime, and 1 in 5 women will suffer rape or attempted rape. Too often, these women are then blamed for the violence against them. We live in a world where men feel entitled to our lives and our bodies; we’re harassed in the street, in the workplace, everywhere, coerced into just-giving-in, or risking literally being killed for saying no. We’re paid less for equal work outside the home, and often still left to do virtually all the unpaid and undervalued work within it. We’re criticised for having children and going to work, for having children and not going to work, and for not having children. In media, we’re an afterthought, reduced to archetypes, and the structural violence against us is sometimes glorified. We’re underrepresented in politics, in law, in science, in virtually all positions of power. As noted above, we’re talked over. We’re shouted down. In many cases, we’re literally silenced. It’s normal. It’s something we’re used to. It usually goes completely unnoticed.

And you’re outraged because a woman disagreed with you on the internet?!

Yes, feminists are often angry – there’s a lot to be angry about. As we’ve seen this week, certain cis men think they can have a say in what those of us with a uterus should do with it. Even if we ignore the fact that this “debate” was organised by a pro-life group, frankly, our healthcare rights should not be up for debate, at least not between people that can only see it as an intellectual exercise – a sport, even. And no, they’re not “objective”, because nobody can be. After opposition and a planned protest, the college due to host the event pulled out.

“Students are killing freedom of speech!” the men declared to the world, from their fucking newspaper columns. Seriously. You couldn’t make it up.

“But why wouldn’t you allow a debate?” Maybe because to us, this is not a game. We might be seen as argumentative, but I for one don’t enjoy having to “debate” my own human rights. It’s demeaning to be constantly asked to justify why we deserve to be seen as full humans. Or maybe it’s because we know how this “debate” is going to end before it even starts; we’re not silent, complaint background decorations, so we’ll be seen as an aggressive irrational mob compared to the calm and rational cis men – who, of course, are calm because they’re not the ones who constantly have to put up with such constant policing of their bodies and life choices. We’d be laughed off.

Which brings me back to those men who like to deliberately stir up arguments on online feminist discussion groups. Because to them, it’s funny.

It’s funny when feminists get angry.

It’s funny when women get angry.

And I am so, so fucking tired of being seen as a wind-up toy.


“Innocent Until Proven Miscarriage Of Justice”: Ched Evans, rape apologists, and a sudden silence on the legal system

(Trigger warning: Rape, harassment, victim-blaming, rape culture generally)

The criminal system in England and Wales operates under the legal principle that a person accused of a crime is presumed innocent until proven guilty; as anyone who’s ever publicly believed a rape survivor will know, because no doubt you’ve been told this a thousand times over by people who see it as a get-out-of-jail-free card (literally) for all those accused of a crime that really isn’t taken seriously enough as it is. Really, though, these people care more about maintaining the status quo of rape culture than any legal principle – otherwise, they wouldn’t be simultaneously presuming the accuser to be guilty of making a false accusation, and they’d join everyone else in condemning accused rapists if and when they are convicted.

In April 2012, Ched Evans was convicted of rape. Convicted. The very definition of “proven guilty”.

Evans himself maintains his innocence, as do his fans, and other people who are generally vocal about not believing rape survivors ever. “Miscarriage of justice” apparently. Whenever an acquittal of rape hits the headlines, or a case that never reaches trial, many of these same people don’t acknowledge that miscarriages of justice exist; he hasn’t been proven guilty in a court of law, they say, therefore he must be innocent (and by extension, the accuser must be lying) – this, despite the current shockingly poor conviction rate that so often discourages survivors from coming forward in the first place. So it’s telling that, when a guilty verdict happens, the world suddenly notices that the legal system is flawed. There’s a support website with the aim of clearing Evans’ name. “Judge for yourself” it implores, invoking the usual tropes about women generally and rape survivors in particular being irrational, liars or just plain wrong.

Proven guilty – but that didn’t stop people harassing the survivor. Accusing her of lying for money and attention, although in reality there’s no money coming from anywhere and the woman is anonymous; in fact, it’s those who accuse her of lying for attention that have tried to reveal her identity, to give her the attention she doesn’t actually want so they can use it against her. The sadly commonplace victim-blaming; she should take responsibility for being drunk (note that she feared her drink had been spiked), she shouldn’t have been alone at night, she shouldn’t feel entitled to exist whilst female in a public space, the works. The threats – some explicit, some more subtle about speaking out against a convicted rapist having “repercussions they could regret”. This woman – the victim of the crime, not the perpetrator – was eventually pushed to flee the country and change her identity.

Evans, having been found guilty, was sentenced to five years; last month he was released from prison after half of that sentence. Just to reiterate: Two and a half years, for rape. Apparently, he’s “learned his lesson” and so deserves to walk straight back into his professional football career. How someone can maintain their innocence and at the same time claim to have learned their lesson is beyond me. He’s apologised… but only to his girlfriend, for cheating on her. He has yet to apologise to the woman he raped (express language I still find difficult to use because, despite being convicted in court, the media continue to use words like “alleged” and “claimed” and put details of the crime in quotation marks), who in contrast has to spend the rest of her life living with the consequences of somebody else’s actions against her; not only the trauma of the rape itself, but the effects of the harassment and victim-blaming that followed.

Those constantly silenced by the manipulation of innocent-until-proven-guilty to defend accused rapists have found themselves having to carry out the same level of campaigning even when the situation involves a convicted rapist. Or, according to the rape apologists, “looking for attention”. Yes, we do want people to pay attention to us, because frankly the whole situation is just awful – others, on the other hand, would prefer this to just blow over, like so many other “isolated incidents” of sexual violence before it, because otherwise we’d have to start challenging current gender politics and we don’t want that, do we? There are claims – making national headlines – that Evans, the convicted rapist, is a “victim of feminists”. Let’s not forget that this isn’t some hypothetical debate, but a real incident of violent crime that happened, and Evans was the perpetrator, not the victim.

Today, Sheffield United indirectly referred to the change.org petition calling for the club to drop Evans as “mob justice”, despite taking no action whatsoever, not even so much as a statement, when a section of their fans harassed a rape survivor who dared speak out, revealed her identity online, and continue to send online abuse to anyone supporting her. But an online petition calling for a legally proven crime to be taken seriously? That’s mob justice. A letter to a local newspaper, published as the “Star Letter”, reduced this petition to “supporters of other clubs who have ‘clicked a mouse’ against him, not once but many times”. I’ll ignore the fact that you need to enter your details and an e-mail address to sign the petition and instead focus on this: THIS IS NOT ABOUT YOUR FOOTBALL RIVALRIES. This is a pattern I’ve also noticed with the recent high-profile incidents of racial abuse; many fans decide who is and isn’t blameworthy in a way that conveniently has positive consequences for teams they like, and negative consequences for teams they don’t. It’s why my brother thinks the racial slurs by Luis Suarez were just blown out of proportion but John Terry deserved everything he got, whereas my dad thinks exactly the opposite. The oppressions behind the incidents – the very real, very damaging oppressions – are ignored entirely.

There are also claims that preventing Evans from return to his high-profile role, in which he and his colleagues are seen as role models by many, is the same as preventing him from integrating into society. Not so. Football is just one job. You wouldn’t re-employ a teacher, or a doctor, after being found guilty of rape, and besides, the media have happily called for the sacking of employees for much much less, and even for the deportation of immigrants they accuse of committing much lesser crimes; with Evans being white, male and famous, though, we are instead being asked to offer him a second chance even when he has been convicted of his crime.

It’s also worth noting at this point that being prevented from integrating into society is actually what’s happened to the woman who reported the crime against her, but I suppose her welfare won’t affect the League One table so maybe that’s why people don’t seem to care as much.

So, it looks increasingly likely that Ched Evans, found guilty of rape, will make a return to football. There are already terrace chants referring to the rape, mocking it, mocking the survivor. Aside from that, the focus will probably return to his actions on the pitch, his rape conviction will fade from the public eye, and the world will forget.

Imagine being the victim of sexual violence at the hands of a perpetrator who happened to be famous, reading the newspapers, knowing how these events have played out. Would you still report your rape? I highly doubt I would.

And this is what happens when the person accused of rape is proven guilty. Because these people aren’t really interested in innocent-until-proven-guilty at all, unless it suits their rape apologism.


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