I used to hate the Apple Macintosh with a passion. This was in the days before Macs were white or silver. Those of you younger than about 16 will need a history lesson here: up to about 1998, the only colour you could get the Macintrash, as I called the Mac back then (I still call that version of the Mac the Macintrash), in was that of desert sand, which is called sand in Britain and beige in the U.S.A. This was a dignified, classy, and appropriate colour for a professional machine, which is, after all, what a computer is.
Then, even the colour---the last bastion of respectability held onto by the 'regular' Mac---was changed. Sand was discontinued, and from 1998 up until about 2002, the Mac would come in what seemed to me like a thousand different colours. none of which were suitable for a hobby room at somebody's home, let alone the office, and all of which were suitable for a child's toy box. Even the elegant form-factor of the Mac was trashed; the new form-factor of the Mac was evocative of nothing, if not a gumdrop. Even the name of the system was changed---instead of the (admittedly, oxymoronic) cool-sounding Performa, the new machine was called the iMac. None of these things would have bothered me much. I like my computers to look cool, but the lack of coolness in a computer's look does not affect my buying decision, as long as all other aspects of the system are to my satisfaction. I'd have bought a pink one called the Barbietron if it had the right features.
Needless to say, it didn't. With the advent of the iMac, the perfectly good Apple Desktop Bus connections for mouse and keyboard (the functional counterparts of the PS/2 mouse and keyboard connections on IBM-style microcomputers) were scrapped and replaced with Universal Serial Bus connections. USB ports, as every computer-literate human being or dog knows, are still widely used today; they control every peripheral from printers to cameras. PS/2 and ADB ports both have, or had in ADB's case, only one use: connecting to a human interface device. In fact, USB, perhaps due to its versatility, is a slightly poorer standard for interfacing with a human than either ADB or PS/2 (I'd explain, but the explanation is long and not germane to the topic being discussed here).
The introduction of USB was an excellent step forward for the Apple Mac, but it did not have to come at the expense of the two ADB ports. There was ample space for both kinds of cards inside, and both kinds of sockets outside the vaguely computer-like toy. The mouse and keyboard were all but unusable. This wasn't at all surprising for the mouse, which was of the signature, minimalistic Apple variety, with one button and no scrollwheel (inferior to even the most basic PC mouse, which would have three buttons and one scrollwheel). This mouse, however, was despised even by Apple users; unlike other mice, shaped in an oval, teardrop, or rectangular shape for human hands, this one was perfectly round, had a ridiculously short cable, and would suit only a robot with tiny palms and fingers less than an inch in length. It was, in fact, nicknamed the hockey-disc mouse, due to its resemblance to the flat, round, black 'ball' used in that sport.
The keyboard, however, was another matter entirely. Prior to the festering piles of horse dreck that the four Mac pack-in keyboard models used between 1998 and 2007, Apple had created three of the best computer keyboards in history, all of them being called the Apple Extended Keyboard for marketing purposes, and Models 0115, 0312, and 3501 for engineering purposes. All of these (especially the 0115 and 0312) were to the Mac as the Model M is to the PC---the high point of peripheral design. Like the Model M, every key on the AXK had a physical switch it was connected to. The switches worked on different principles, felt differently, and made different sounds, but if a single key failed, it could be repaired (i.e. the switch replaced) with very little difficulty. Also, with use, physical switches would continue to provide consistent tactile feedback to the typist until failure, which was instantaneous; this can be likened to a lightbulb burning out after its rated hours of use.
The iMac keyboard, and all the Apple keyboards which followed it until they made the laptop-style metal one, did not use key switches. Like almost all keyboards on the market today, irrespective of the price bracket, the iMac keyboard used a sandwich of keys on top, a rubber sheet coated with graphite (a common, electrically conductive type of carbon) in the middle, and a printed circuit board on the bottom. The tactile feel, like with all keyboards based on this blueprint, is non-existent; and if any part of the keyboard failed, it could not be repaired or replaced individually. The life of a rubber membrane keyboard is short, even though the keyboard hardly ever 'fails'; it simply becomes more and more mushy until the user discards it in irritation. For the above reasons, I called the Macs manufactured between 1998 and 2003 "Macintoys".
However, the most serious problem with all Macs before 2003, in my opinion, was the operating system. Apple's primary rival in the operating system market was, and is, Microsoft; its three variations on their operating system offering are collectively known as Windows.
Prior to 1993, Microsoft provided one flavour, as it were, of Windows. At this time, although Windows was marketed as an operating system for IBM-style microcomputers, this usage of the term was incorrect. Windows versions one to three could not run on a computer---and I have no hesitation in calling PC's computers---unless a particular piece of software called the Disk Operating System was installed first. Although more than one person could share the computer, they could not keep their identities separate: user accounts had not been incorporated into any of the DOS-based Windows versions. Metaphorically, users of DOS-based Windows lived in a house with one room; each member of the household could do whatever he wanted, but affected every other member. Also, only one member of the household could be inside the house at a time. This was an improvement from DOS: in the DOS house, only one person could do one thing at a time, and stop doing that thing before he started another, whereas in Windows, a person could sip on a beer and watch telly at the same time.
In 1993, Microsoft provided a self-contained operating system for business called Windows NT 3.1; this was Microsoft's second operating system. This line of operating systems, now sold also for the residential market, still continues; its latest iteration is version NT 6.1, for marketing purposes called Windows 7. This line of products introduced user accounts---each user of the computer could choose his own desktop background and store files under his own name. Each account, at the owner's discretion, could have a password associated with it, so the account owner could relax in the knowledge that his sensitive data was private. This line of Windows would metaphorically be closest to a house with multiple rooms, with locks on every room door, as well as the front door.
Both lines of operating systems continued to evolve; in 1994, Microsoft released a version of Windows built upon the same philosophy as the graphical DOS interface described above; logically, it referred to itself as Windows version 4 (for marketing purposes, it was called Windows 95). This version of Windows began a new generation, however, as it needed no software to be installed on the computer prior to itself; thus, it actually was very close to an actual operating system. Windows 95 still needed DOS to function, but its internal version of DOS was installed as an integral part of the system. Of this generation, five versions were released, starting with 95 and concluding with Millenium Edition, i.e. 4.9. This line of products also featured accounts; however, security was lacking. Anyone with a cursory knowledge of the system could defeat DOS-based Windows password protection. This line of Windows would be closest to a house with multiple rooms and doors between the rooms, but no locks.
In terms of security, Mac OS before 2002 was exactly like the DOS-based versions of Windows, the last version of which was released in 1993; i.e., it was eight years behind!
After 2002, Mac OS was scrapped. The new operating system used on Macs is Mac OS in name only. Mac OS X, as it is called, is actually an adaptation of a particular business-grade operating system used on large mainframes; this system is called UNIX, and powers multinational corporations and banks. In UNIX, security would essentially be that of a supermax prison. Although Windows also powers mainframes in large corporations (the split is about 50/50), it lags years behind when it comes to security. Scant wonder: the particular version of UNIX that Mac OS X is based on hails from the University of California at Berkeley, and dates from the 1970s; it has had ages to become the beast it is today, and was written by its students entirely as a volunteer project, and so it became better than any business could produce.
Here's another analogy, this time relating more to file security than account security. Mac OS and pre-4 Windows store files in a shoebox at the corner of Oxford and Bond Streets. Windows 9x stores its files in an unlocked filing cabinet. Windows NT stores its files in an office safe. UNIX stores its files in a Swiss bank vault.
Now, if a computer/computer-like toy has only one user, security becomes a non-concern. However, there is a second issue, whether a computer has one, two, or a thousand users: stability. DOS is single-tasking; only one job runs at a time, so the computer is infinitely stable. All versions of Windows and Mac OS can run more than one application at a time. However, the way they accomplish this is very different, and so the degree of stability
Non-NT Windows, as well as Mac OS, use co-operative multi-tasking. A programme asks for a resource; the system gives it to the programme. When and only when the programme finishes with it, it gives the system the resource back. If the person who wrote that programme forgot to include certain statements at the end, when the programme is quit, it doesn't give the resource back even after it's done with it. The first situation requires a restart; the second only requires it eventually, once there's no more of that resource left. This is comparable to a roomful of first-forners left unsupervised with a limited amount of toys. If one of the children simply hold on to a toy and refuse to share it, there will be a fight, and someone will get hurt. If several children mistakenly believe that the toy belongs to them and them only, and take that particular toy home, nobody will notice until there's no toys left, at which point there will be crying and fights.
NT Windows and Mac OS X use pre-emptive multitasking. Instead of a roomful of first-formers with no supervision, pre-emptive multitasking is a roomful of mature adults with police supervision. If one of the adults is being unruly, the policeman will take the man away. People leaving the room are frisked, to make sure that everything taken is put back. When this happens, the object is put back and everything works as normal.
The reason for the sudden change of code base in Mac OS was because Apple bought out NeXT, a company founded by Steve Jobs after he was fired from Apple. Yes, that Steve Jobs. NeXT started in 1985, and was bought out in 1996. NeXTStep was an operating environment that could run on almost any operating system, although at first NeXTStep ran only on NeXT's own computers. NeXT was bought out for the explicit purpose of using NeXTStep as a replacement for Mac OS, as well as re-hiring Jobs.
In the meantime (i.e. between 1994 and 1996), Apple spent a fortune in money and man-hours into its in-house solution to the Mac OS problem: a hotch-potch of various modules, akin to puzzle-pieces, codenamed Copland. Copland never came close to completion, and never would have: Apple's development strategy for Copland was fundamentally flawed. Instead of putting together a well-balanced team to write a kernel---that is, a base on which the graphical environment would run---Apple put together a multitude of teams to each write a single component of the Copland system, and somehow expected the puzzle to magically come together. The Copland demo, released in 1996, lacked even a text edit control, the most basic of features; it was unstable and crashed frequently, despite the concept being rock-solid in theory.
Work on Mac OS X, which was essentially a graphically-updated NeXTStep running on the Berkeley Software Distribution of UNIX, officially began in 1996 under the name Rhapsody. Instead of releasing NeXTStep on BSD immediately with no changes, Apple made extensive graphical changes to the perfectly-fine user interface, to bring it in line with the "Platinum" interface that defined old-fashioned Mac OS. I believe a better name for "Platinum" would be "Manure".
The upshot of this was that an uglier version of NeXTStep was released, three years later, in 1999, for server (i.e. business) use only. Guess what the home market was to use. Yes, you're right: old-fashioned Mac OS, now called Mac OS 9. Home users, as well as Joe the office drone, were stuck with old-fashioned Mac OS while servers ran a real operating system.
Microsoft made the same mistake, but its mistake was limited to marketing only: NT 4 and 5 (2000) were marketed to businesses, while 98 and Me were marketed to residences. However, NT 4 and 2000 both had versions for the average PC, and would work well in a residential capacity; in fact, due to the uselessness and instability afforded by Me, Windows 2000 was frequently used that way.
With Mac OS X Server, no workstation version existed; i.e. the Mac counterpart to Windows 2000 was Mac OS 9. This state of affairs existed until 2001.
Again, a summary: from the acquisition of NeXT in 1996, businesses had to wait three years for a server solution from Apple---a server solution that could have been written in six months maximum (a re-brand of NeXTStep, running on BSD compiled for PowerPC microprocessors). This server solution could have been made available for office machines as well. Instead, both office and residential users had to wait five years to get a useful operating system to run on Mac.
In an ideal world, as soon as NeXT was acquired, Mac OS 8 should have been scrapped; this would leave more-or-less double the number of employees to work on Rhapsody, so that it could ship in half the time, and be used for home, office, and server applications.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is why Microsoft has a near-monopoly on computer systems: it took five years for Apple to release an affordable operating system that was not a pile of manure. Microsoft, on the other hand, gave workstation users a choice between 9x (their counterpart to old-style Mac OS) and the slightly more expensive professional NT. Although more users chose 9x in the mid 1990s, the balance had shifted by 1999.
Apple's operating system was released in 2001, as a glorified version, more or less, of BSD. And, up till now, the command environment, that is, BSD proper, has been working properly. In fact, it's still working properly---it's had forty years of development behind it. Apple, however, has had ten years---that is, thirty six fifty days and somewhere around seventy thousand hours---to work on the graphical part of its system, and it still isn't done.
Take hover-to-focus. It's a simple feature, wholly misunderstood by those not using UNIX, but considered essential by those that do: if Word is active (and presumably on top), and Excel is inactive (and is on bottom), simply keeping the mouse pointer on any part of Excel's window that isn't covered up gives Excel focus, i.e. makes it active BUT DOESN'T MOVE IT. I stress that point because there is a widely-maligned variation of this that actually pulls up the window, which I'll get into later.
Autofocus is a great feature---hell, even Windows has it. It comes in handy when you have multiple projects open, and a command line or two, and you need to put in a command and then get back to your work.
However, people who haven't tried administrating an AIX server, or doing graphics on an SGI box, or even who haven't used Linux, number, sadly, in the majority. Although autofocus is included in Windows, making it happen includes finding a particular checkbox, ticking it, and clicking on OK, something which Joe Average Office Drone isn't interested in doing.
However, when this is mentioned on a forum somewhere on the Information Superhighway To Hell, people automatically assume that focus means foreground. So they point you to some programme or other that invariably costs north of $25 and does something that I could write up myself.
Then there is an even worse example, and to be honest it makes me wonder if the programmers at Apple are stupid or really drunk. Most graphical operating environments are window-based. The nice folks at Xerox thought of that back in the 1970s, didn't make a penny, and let everyone else copy off of them. They put each collection of related functions on a piece of data inside a self-contained "window", and allowed these windows to be moved at one's leisure.
Suppose I have two Word windows open on Mac and two Excel, but one of the Excel windows is minimised. If I hit Apple-Tab, I should get the next window in line. Instead, Apple makes it PROGRAMME-FOCUSSED, so if I have one of those windows minimised, Mac OS just skips over them, no big deal.
So I've moved away from Apple-Tab entirely. I've now had to keep a list of keyboard shortcuts magnetically pinned to a metal easel on my desktop so that I don't forget: F8, F9, F10, F11, F12. Whisky, tango, foxtrot? Sure, I like the Exposé, but I like my Apple-Tab too! Same for Home and End. On UNIX and on Windows, Home and End move to the head and tail end of a line. On Mac, they move to the head and tail end of a page. Then again, this is just semantics---this isn't really missing features, because I've just had to learn Apple-Left and Apple-Right for that. No problemo, I can adjust.
And then we have Spaces, also known as multiple desktops, a standard feature of UNIX machines for years. Windows still doesn't have it. Hurrah for Mac. BUT HOW THE HELL DO I GET AN OPENED WINDOW FROM "SPACE" 1 TO "SPACE" 6?! That's the whole bloody point! No, apparently I can open a programme window on desktop one, and another couple on desktop three, but I can't move them across desktops. Why the hell include the damn feature then?
You know what, I can't even rant anymore. If I rant like this anymore, I'll die of apoplexy.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Family Dynamics
Families. Everyone has them. Can't live with them, can't live without them. My life this week, unfortunately, revolves mostly around the former.
First of all, I have issues with anxiety; this causes problems at home and at school, because nobody seems to understand that at some points my stress level soars to the point that I feel about as burnt out as a bag of horse on the end of a spoon. My mother understands this theoretically; however, her continual criticism of my problems just makes it worse. I feel as if my intelligence is being insulted; she continually says that she understands my stress problem, and then badgers me about my lateness, about the first impression I give to others, and a million other things. It's as if someone was continually telling me, "I don't mean to insult you, but you're a cunt." I ignore it nine times out of ten, but sometimes, too much is too bloody much!
Depending on who you may ask, I may, or may not, have issues with abuse of certain substances. This, I think, is linked to my anxiety; if I were in perfect psychiatric health, I feel certain that my abuses would slow down. My shrink has me on antidepressants, which I refuse to take. I don't need a quick fix, I need my brain to snap back into place. Valium offers a temporary respite from the stress, and the oxycodone helps me feel, quite literally, good. Yet I feel, almost constantly, that if I lived in a situation that I could stop time, sit down, think, and start time up again, I could perhaps function!
Property, too, is a large problem for me. Why can't people understand the simple idea of ask before you take? I usually let people borrow or take things from me, as I am of the giving sort, but I simply won't stand for people taking my last penny (out of a joint account, admittedly) without at the very least informing me before the fact!
There. I'm done ranting now. You can close the tab now and enjoy the rest of your day.
First of all, I have issues with anxiety; this causes problems at home and at school, because nobody seems to understand that at some points my stress level soars to the point that I feel about as burnt out as a bag of horse on the end of a spoon. My mother understands this theoretically; however, her continual criticism of my problems just makes it worse. I feel as if my intelligence is being insulted; she continually says that she understands my stress problem, and then badgers me about my lateness, about the first impression I give to others, and a million other things. It's as if someone was continually telling me, "I don't mean to insult you, but you're a cunt." I ignore it nine times out of ten, but sometimes, too much is too bloody much!
Depending on who you may ask, I may, or may not, have issues with abuse of certain substances. This, I think, is linked to my anxiety; if I were in perfect psychiatric health, I feel certain that my abuses would slow down. My shrink has me on antidepressants, which I refuse to take. I don't need a quick fix, I need my brain to snap back into place. Valium offers a temporary respite from the stress, and the oxycodone helps me feel, quite literally, good. Yet I feel, almost constantly, that if I lived in a situation that I could stop time, sit down, think, and start time up again, I could perhaps function!
Property, too, is a large problem for me. Why can't people understand the simple idea of ask before you take? I usually let people borrow or take things from me, as I am of the giving sort, but I simply won't stand for people taking my last penny (out of a joint account, admittedly) without at the very least informing me before the fact!
There. I'm done ranting now. You can close the tab now and enjoy the rest of your day.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Commencement Speech
If I was told to write and present a commencement speech, it would go like this:
Gentlemen, ladies, and my friends of the class of 2012! If I were to offer you only one piece of scientifically-proven, undeniable advice, it would be this: exercise. The benefits of physical exercise have been proven in countless studies by a multitude of socially-awkward people in white coats. From here on in, however, we will leave the concept of empirical proof behind and move into the realm of material gathered purely in my (admittedly few) years of experience. I will dispense my advice now.
The first verse of an old English drinking song, and I translate from the Latin, goes: »Let's party and enjoy ourselves, because, after the joys of youth and the sorrows of age, the earth shall have us.» I ask you to keep this in mind as the odometer of your life, so to speak, creeps past 20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, and 80. When you hit a bump in the road, or go round a hairpin bend, always remember that the steering wheel, or handlebars, if you prefer, is in your hands.
Having heard this, you will be thinking one of two things: a) this is obvious, or b) why not just go with the flow? Trust me, however, that when you have your first lawsuit, or enter rehab for the first time, or, by a series of coincidences, become part of a highly dysfunctional family, or be passed over for a promotion because your boss's fourth cousin six times removed, with no qualifying education or experience whatever, applies for the same job, you will be feeling as if you are running in a hamster wheel.
Enjoy your good looks, and treat your body with the respect it deserves, as you'll only ever get one. Don't bugger around with your hair, or your nose, or your ears. If you do, by the time your fiftieth birthday rolls around, people will think you're ready for the retirement home, and you will look at pictures of yourself wondering why your sex life has taken a downturn.
Sing. Dance. Do the Loco-Motion. Even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Be nice to your parents. Get to know them, because you will wake up one day and find that you can't anymore. Try to get along with your siblings; they are your closest link to the past. Understand that friends come and go, and only a very small minority will remain close to you for the entirety of your short lives, and stick with you through thick and thin.
Independence is essential. You may have wealthy parents, or a significant other that brings home the bacon, or you may break the casino in Monaco or Las Vegas. When you hit a lucky break such as this, enjoy yourself, but keep in the back of your mind that these are usually one-time deals, and money gained like this always runs out eventually.
Live in London for a while, but get out before you build up so much speed that you crash. Live in Amsterdam or St Thomas for a while, but get out before you slow down so much that you start going backwards.
Maybe you'll settle down in Manhattan or Paris, maybe you'll end up on a farm in Alberta. Maybe you'll get married, maybe your spouse and job will be one and the same. Maybe you'll be a 40-year old virgin, maybe you'll wear out enough mattresses to stock a Sleep Country and enough kitchen counters to stock a Home Depot. Maybe you'll have one point five children and a dog, maybe you'll live on your own.
Do not waste your time on jealousy, especially when it comes to relationships between a man and a woman. It doesn't solve any problems; if he or she has it in his or her personality, or if he or she feels unhappy or oppressed, your significant other will be unfaithful, and will do it in such a way that you do not know about it. If you do find about it, rest assured that this was planned; just as some people attempt suicide as a plea for attention or as a warning, some people cheat on their partners.
For the same reason, don't be possessive. Your partner is not an inanimate object. Your partner is not your property. Your partner will have friends and acquaintances of the other sex; this is normal and does not mean that anything is going on. If you are possessive, your partner will be unfaithful. This is his or her way of reminding you how to properly treat him or her,
You may choose to obey my advice. You may choose not to. But trust me on the exercise.
Gentlemen, ladies, and my friends of the class of 2012! If I were to offer you only one piece of scientifically-proven, undeniable advice, it would be this: exercise. The benefits of physical exercise have been proven in countless studies by a multitude of socially-awkward people in white coats. From here on in, however, we will leave the concept of empirical proof behind and move into the realm of material gathered purely in my (admittedly few) years of experience. I will dispense my advice now.
The first verse of an old English drinking song, and I translate from the Latin, goes: »Let's party and enjoy ourselves, because, after the joys of youth and the sorrows of age, the earth shall have us.» I ask you to keep this in mind as the odometer of your life, so to speak, creeps past 20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, and 80. When you hit a bump in the road, or go round a hairpin bend, always remember that the steering wheel, or handlebars, if you prefer, is in your hands.
Having heard this, you will be thinking one of two things: a) this is obvious, or b) why not just go with the flow? Trust me, however, that when you have your first lawsuit, or enter rehab for the first time, or, by a series of coincidences, become part of a highly dysfunctional family, or be passed over for a promotion because your boss's fourth cousin six times removed, with no qualifying education or experience whatever, applies for the same job, you will be feeling as if you are running in a hamster wheel.
Enjoy your good looks, and treat your body with the respect it deserves, as you'll only ever get one. Don't bugger around with your hair, or your nose, or your ears. If you do, by the time your fiftieth birthday rolls around, people will think you're ready for the retirement home, and you will look at pictures of yourself wondering why your sex life has taken a downturn.
Sing. Dance. Do the Loco-Motion. Even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Be nice to your parents. Get to know them, because you will wake up one day and find that you can't anymore. Try to get along with your siblings; they are your closest link to the past. Understand that friends come and go, and only a very small minority will remain close to you for the entirety of your short lives, and stick with you through thick and thin.
Independence is essential. You may have wealthy parents, or a significant other that brings home the bacon, or you may break the casino in Monaco or Las Vegas. When you hit a lucky break such as this, enjoy yourself, but keep in the back of your mind that these are usually one-time deals, and money gained like this always runs out eventually.
Live in London for a while, but get out before you build up so much speed that you crash. Live in Amsterdam or St Thomas for a while, but get out before you slow down so much that you start going backwards.
Maybe you'll settle down in Manhattan or Paris, maybe you'll end up on a farm in Alberta. Maybe you'll get married, maybe your spouse and job will be one and the same. Maybe you'll be a 40-year old virgin, maybe you'll wear out enough mattresses to stock a Sleep Country and enough kitchen counters to stock a Home Depot. Maybe you'll have one point five children and a dog, maybe you'll live on your own.
Do not waste your time on jealousy, especially when it comes to relationships between a man and a woman. It doesn't solve any problems; if he or she has it in his or her personality, or if he or she feels unhappy or oppressed, your significant other will be unfaithful, and will do it in such a way that you do not know about it. If you do find about it, rest assured that this was planned; just as some people attempt suicide as a plea for attention or as a warning, some people cheat on their partners.
For the same reason, don't be possessive. Your partner is not an inanimate object. Your partner is not your property. Your partner will have friends and acquaintances of the other sex; this is normal and does not mean that anything is going on. If you are possessive, your partner will be unfaithful. This is his or her way of reminding you how to properly treat him or her,
You may choose to obey my advice. You may choose not to. But trust me on the exercise.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
On the Peaceful Pill
Although the title of this posting refers to a pill---a drug in tablet form---perhaps it is misleading. When one thinks of ending their laborious existence after a disabling or terminal disease---those of the gentler sex especially---the first idea that comes to mind tends to be a cocktail of medication.
People experiencing grave, seemingly intractable, pain, as well as those suffering from progressive (degenerative) illnesses, most often can benefit from taking their own life; those that choose to do so generally wish to undertake their demise with more dignity than afforded by the splatter of brains and blood from one of the more common means of suicide---the gun shot wound to the head---or morbidly swinging from the ceiling, to the discomfort of their relatives. Suicides by poisoning, when contrasted to those by gunshot or hanging, look so much more peaceful in their eternal sleep; the emotional cost, therefore, to friends and family is made much less.
I have never understood the controversy stirred up by the phrase "physician-assisted suicide"; the practice of withdrawal of life support for patients in a long-term comatose state, without their own consent, seems to me to be far more against human rights. As a simple example, compare the case of Dr Freud's suicide against the "mercy killings"---nothing more or less than murder---perpetrated on Terri Schiavo and Tracy Latimer.
Even though the mercy killings of Terri Schiavo and Tracy Latimer were inhumane, that of Latimer went punished far worse (life in prison) than that of Schiavo, which was legal and therefore not punishable, yet Latimer, who died at the hands of her father via carbon monoxide poisoning, suffered far less than Terri Schiavo, who died in the agony of hunger, over several weeks.
I have thought much of choosing the time, place, and manner of my death. As some of you readers may know, I suffer from severe leg injuries, as well as scoliosis of the back. This fills my life with pain; in fact, my life almost revolves around the reduction of physical pain. My medical team is giving me oxycodone for the time being. If this is taken away, I will most likely score heroin off the street.
I am not ready, by far, to die; I feel that I have a chance at a long and fulfilling life. However, I know that "potential" rarely translates to "actual". Therefore. I am somewhat pessimistic---actually, I would say "realistic"---about my future prospects. I may, perhaps, become a successful tax lawyer in London or New York; however, there is as much chance of that happening, realistically speaking, as of Hell freezing over.
When one's life comes crashing down about his ears, it is time to die; I would sooner do this by opiate poisoning than by shooting or hanging. Yet my medical team is reluctant to provide me with enough opiates to control my pain, not mentioning to gently drift off into nothingness.
What kind of a world do we live in, when one is unable to choose the time, place, and manner of one's death? Now, one is forced to use a brutal, violent, and ugly way of exiting the world, when a peaceful one is available, but nearly impossible to obtain legally!
People experiencing grave, seemingly intractable, pain, as well as those suffering from progressive (degenerative) illnesses, most often can benefit from taking their own life; those that choose to do so generally wish to undertake their demise with more dignity than afforded by the splatter of brains and blood from one of the more common means of suicide---the gun shot wound to the head---or morbidly swinging from the ceiling, to the discomfort of their relatives. Suicides by poisoning, when contrasted to those by gunshot or hanging, look so much more peaceful in their eternal sleep; the emotional cost, therefore, to friends and family is made much less.
I have never understood the controversy stirred up by the phrase "physician-assisted suicide"; the practice of withdrawal of life support for patients in a long-term comatose state, without their own consent, seems to me to be far more against human rights. As a simple example, compare the case of Dr Freud's suicide against the "mercy killings"---nothing more or less than murder---perpetrated on Terri Schiavo and Tracy Latimer.
Even though the mercy killings of Terri Schiavo and Tracy Latimer were inhumane, that of Latimer went punished far worse (life in prison) than that of Schiavo, which was legal and therefore not punishable, yet Latimer, who died at the hands of her father via carbon monoxide poisoning, suffered far less than Terri Schiavo, who died in the agony of hunger, over several weeks.
I have thought much of choosing the time, place, and manner of my death. As some of you readers may know, I suffer from severe leg injuries, as well as scoliosis of the back. This fills my life with pain; in fact, my life almost revolves around the reduction of physical pain. My medical team is giving me oxycodone for the time being. If this is taken away, I will most likely score heroin off the street.
I am not ready, by far, to die; I feel that I have a chance at a long and fulfilling life. However, I know that "potential" rarely translates to "actual". Therefore. I am somewhat pessimistic---actually, I would say "realistic"---about my future prospects. I may, perhaps, become a successful tax lawyer in London or New York; however, there is as much chance of that happening, realistically speaking, as of Hell freezing over.
When one's life comes crashing down about his ears, it is time to die; I would sooner do this by opiate poisoning than by shooting or hanging. Yet my medical team is reluctant to provide me with enough opiates to control my pain, not mentioning to gently drift off into nothingness.
What kind of a world do we live in, when one is unable to choose the time, place, and manner of one's death? Now, one is forced to use a brutal, violent, and ugly way of exiting the world, when a peaceful one is available, but nearly impossible to obtain legally!
Friday, February 18, 2011
Poetry Time!
Here's a little ditty I wrote to occupy my time and to share my feelings with the world.
Calm---the train is coming...
Up above, the light still humming.
Your shadow's blue in the morning sunrise,
And you're cold in your coat.
Wrap my thumb
Squeeze as hard as your tired arms will let you!
It's okay---
Just lay down.
Can you tell this: how much you've taken
Can you tell this: when you began to feel unwell
Hell, I guess we'll try to save you.
I see that guy on the rooftop
I never knew what blue felt like:
oh, everything so soft and cold!
Hello---goodbye! My love, I need a little assistance:
They cut my pantlegs open, and they stole my shoes.
Everything green and living
Sweat's warm, waiting quiet in the night
The sirens came in, blew on by;
They check for your ID
So take in car your next-of-kin
Then all they find is a piece of foil
And the trouble that you're in
I feel the light like a penny velvet
I never knew what debt felt like
I got some pennies in my pockets---if you want, just help yourself
Calm---the train is coming...
Up above, the light still humming.
Your shadow's blue in the morning sunrise,
And you're cold in your coat.
Wrap my thumb
Squeeze as hard as your tired arms will let you!
It's okay---
Just lay down.
Can you tell this: how much you've taken
Can you tell this: when you began to feel unwell
Hell, I guess we'll try to save you.
I see that guy on the rooftop
I never knew what blue felt like:
oh, everything so soft and cold!
Hello---goodbye! My love, I need a little assistance:
They cut my pantlegs open, and they stole my shoes.
Everything green and living
Sweat's warm, waiting quiet in the night
The sirens came in, blew on by;
They check for your ID
So take in car your next-of-kin
Then all they find is a piece of foil
And the trouble that you're in
I feel the light like a penny velvet
I never knew what debt felt like
I got some pennies in my pockets---if you want, just help yourself
Hello---goodbye! My love, I need a little assistance:
They cut my pantlegs open, and they stole my shoes.
I am the sun
I am the happy sun that all the children draw
I am the crescent moon that hangs up on your wall
My fingers scribble in the bottom of your sea
I'm pretty sure that naked stretcher was for me
Thursday, February 10, 2011
The Pain Experience - Reviews of Opioids.
Ever since a nasty car/bike crash, of the "Hamburger Helper" variety, I've been suffering from unbearable, debilitating pain in my legs and back. With a little help from my friends the opioids, I've had a bit of pain relief, and even some help upstairs, but the pain still dominates my life, day in, day out. Finally, my doctor decided enough was enough, so she dumped me onto the pain management department of a large Jewish hospital in central Toronto. Now, let it be known that I'm what might be called a "righteous dopefiend"---the only difference between me and John Smith from St Elsewhere's, Anyshire is that he drinks and I take pain meds.
So, because of my experience with these substances of sin, I feel very strongly about what I'm able and/or willing to take. My doctor has been very understanding of this (my orthopaedic surgeon wasn't!), and worked with me to agree on what I'd be willing to take and what wouldn't cost her a licence. I am filled with trepidation, because my doctor has honestly informed me that once I was under the care of an algiatrist, he or she would be my sole care provider as regards pain meds.
This is a problem, because when I was seeing the orthopaedic surgeon as my primary care provider, he believed that when it came to pain management, it would be his way or the highway, and that pain was preferable to addiction. I was offered the choice of Tylenol (the American name for Panadol) with codeine or Tylenol with tramadol. I am afraid that it will be the same situation with the algiatrist.
I like several opioid painkillers to the exclusion of most others, because they work with few side-effects and they make me feel good too. I also will not take anything that contains Panadol. So, for any pain patients that happen to read this, here's my list of what I won't take, and why you shouldn't take it either.
Hydrocodone - this is known in America as Vicodin. It contains Tylenol---there is no Hydrocodone preparation without Tylenol or Ibuprofen in it. Also, this is short-lasting, and you will find that you will be taking Vicodin more often than other pain pills---approximately six to eight times per day. *** / 5
Tramadol - this is available as instant-release with Tylenol, or extended release without (this means that the drug is released into the bloodstream over the course of the day and does not need to be taken more than once without). Women: take this if you don't want to be addicted. It works well for pain control. Men: DON'T take this. The most important organ in your whole body will cease to function. If you have to take this, take Viagra too. **** / 5 for women, * / 5 for men
Fentanyl - this is available as extended release patches, or instant release lollies. If you get the lollies and they work, consider yourself lucky, and do a little dance to the opiate gods. If they don't, talk to your doctor. Don't take the patches - people have died from a bad patch that leaked too much into the skin. Fentanyl is VERY strong --- so strong that the effective dose is in MICROgrammes. Doctors use morphine (pure heroin) as a yardstick. This is approximately one hundred times stronger, and shorter lasting, so the lollies are used for emergency pain relief only. ** / 5 patch, **** / 5 lolly
Methadone - yes, this is used for pain relief, not just as a heroin substitute. Fentanyl and hydrocodone are short-lasting; this is long-lasting. However, it also takes long to act, so this must be taken every day in order to maintain a constant level of pain control. For those of you that like the pleasant feelings associated with opioid use---also those of you that dislike them---note that Methadone does not cause pleasant feelings, but it doesn't cause drowsiness either. Comes as a beautiful green syrup. * / 5
Pethidine - the Americans decided they wanted to be different, so they came up with the decidedly more awkward name Meperidine. Opioids, just like alcohol and marijuana, cause side-effects visible to others and characteristic to them as a class: specifically, the pupils of the eyes narrow. Pethidine doesn't narrow the eyes, so it is the choice of those wishing to secretly enjoy its effects in the company of doctors. However, one note: pethidine is far weaker than morphine. Above a specific dose, which varies between people but tends to be approximately 200 mg, it causes seizures. * / 5
Codeine - it's weak, you can't sleep despite being drowsy, and your bowels slow down to a crawl, making visits to the toilet... interesting, to say the least. ** / 5
What do I take? Well, I'm certainly fine with good old-fashioned morphia (Avinza, Kadian, Kapanol, Roxanol), oxycodone (anyone heard of OxyContin?), and hydromorphone (Dilaudid, Hymorphan, Palladone). Those three obey the "rule of threes": hydromorphone is three times stronger than oxycodone, which is three times stronger than morphia. Those three score perfect fives.
So, because of my experience with these substances of sin, I feel very strongly about what I'm able and/or willing to take. My doctor has been very understanding of this (my orthopaedic surgeon wasn't!), and worked with me to agree on what I'd be willing to take and what wouldn't cost her a licence. I am filled with trepidation, because my doctor has honestly informed me that once I was under the care of an algiatrist, he or she would be my sole care provider as regards pain meds.
This is a problem, because when I was seeing the orthopaedic surgeon as my primary care provider, he believed that when it came to pain management, it would be his way or the highway, and that pain was preferable to addiction. I was offered the choice of Tylenol (the American name for Panadol) with codeine or Tylenol with tramadol. I am afraid that it will be the same situation with the algiatrist.
I like several opioid painkillers to the exclusion of most others, because they work with few side-effects and they make me feel good too. I also will not take anything that contains Panadol. So, for any pain patients that happen to read this, here's my list of what I won't take, and why you shouldn't take it either.
Hydrocodone - this is known in America as Vicodin. It contains Tylenol---there is no Hydrocodone preparation without Tylenol or Ibuprofen in it. Also, this is short-lasting, and you will find that you will be taking Vicodin more often than other pain pills---approximately six to eight times per day. *** / 5
Tramadol - this is available as instant-release with Tylenol, or extended release without (this means that the drug is released into the bloodstream over the course of the day and does not need to be taken more than once without). Women: take this if you don't want to be addicted. It works well for pain control. Men: DON'T take this. The most important organ in your whole body will cease to function. If you have to take this, take Viagra too. **** / 5 for women, * / 5 for men
Fentanyl - this is available as extended release patches, or instant release lollies. If you get the lollies and they work, consider yourself lucky, and do a little dance to the opiate gods. If they don't, talk to your doctor. Don't take the patches - people have died from a bad patch that leaked too much into the skin. Fentanyl is VERY strong --- so strong that the effective dose is in MICROgrammes. Doctors use morphine (pure heroin) as a yardstick. This is approximately one hundred times stronger, and shorter lasting, so the lollies are used for emergency pain relief only. ** / 5 patch, **** / 5 lolly
Methadone - yes, this is used for pain relief, not just as a heroin substitute. Fentanyl and hydrocodone are short-lasting; this is long-lasting. However, it also takes long to act, so this must be taken every day in order to maintain a constant level of pain control. For those of you that like the pleasant feelings associated with opioid use---also those of you that dislike them---note that Methadone does not cause pleasant feelings, but it doesn't cause drowsiness either. Comes as a beautiful green syrup. * / 5
Pethidine - the Americans decided they wanted to be different, so they came up with the decidedly more awkward name Meperidine. Opioids, just like alcohol and marijuana, cause side-effects visible to others and characteristic to them as a class: specifically, the pupils of the eyes narrow. Pethidine doesn't narrow the eyes, so it is the choice of those wishing to secretly enjoy its effects in the company of doctors. However, one note: pethidine is far weaker than morphine. Above a specific dose, which varies between people but tends to be approximately 200 mg, it causes seizures. * / 5
Codeine - it's weak, you can't sleep despite being drowsy, and your bowels slow down to a crawl, making visits to the toilet... interesting, to say the least. ** / 5
What do I take? Well, I'm certainly fine with good old-fashioned morphia (Avinza, Kadian, Kapanol, Roxanol), oxycodone (anyone heard of OxyContin?), and hydromorphone (Dilaudid, Hymorphan, Palladone). Those three obey the "rule of threes": hydromorphone is three times stronger than oxycodone, which is three times stronger than morphia. Those three score perfect fives.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
The Fallacy of Neurodiversity
A famous advertisement for a large technology company in Cupertino, California once said, "Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. ... The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently." Such words work well to describe individuals who, despite being eccentric, introduce countless innovations into the world, be they in art, technology, science, or medicine. It would be a blemish on the human condition to see such individuals ostracised, perhaps due to an ignorance of social mores or simple unwillingness to observe the pieties of daily life.
Karl Jung, the discoverer of analytic psychology, doubtless came into contact with such personalities in the course of his work; in fact, Jung was, in all probability, one of the chosen few himself. Jung acquired fame for his characterisation of human personality; whereas in the infant days of psychology and psychiatry, a man with a somewhat reserved, introspective air might have been considered to suffer from a personality disorder, Jung's analytic psychology simply placed such an individual on a continuum of normal human personality types, labelling him an 'introvert'.
Other such valuable ideas have been propounded by people in a similar situation; a measure of this potential was later devised---it was termed, adequately enough, the intelligence quotient. With the advent of the modern era, societies had been formed in which people exhibiting an intelligence quotient above average could socialise and innovate, even though the means to quantify intelligence was yet to be discovered. Yale's famed student society, the Skull and Bones, as well as the international order of the Freemasons, stemmed from this heritage; after the invention of psychometric tests, another such organisation, Mensa, was formed.
Such people, like humanity in general, exhibit areas in which their mind is well-conditioned, as well as areas in which assistance is needed. One may be strongly-minded in, for instance, self-expression through the English language, and yet be out of their depth in basic algebra. Fictional characters have been created in this mould as well: Sherlock, a 'consulting detective' and lead character of the BBC's eponymous crime drama, as well as Greg House, diagnostic physician and lead character of Fox's House, both exhibit this tendency. For all his eccentricities and drug use, Greg House is a likable-enough man---he has his faults, but he is a realistic, normal human being.
Sadly, though, there are people, both real and fictional, who exhibit similar traits of high intelligence, but only in one, very particular, narrow area. Most visbly, it is as if these people's understanding of basic social cues, such as irony, sarcasm, and humour, had evaporated; such individuals tend to live, or be represented as living, a highly regimented life based on one unvarying, dull routine.
The prototypical character, in my own mind, that exhibits this disorder is Sheldon Cooper from the American situation comedy, Big Bang Theory; even more obviously abnormal are Forrest Gump from Forrest Gump, and Raymond Babbitt from The Rain Man. In real life, one person quite similar to these characters---most similar, actually, to Sheldon---is Temple Grandin, professor of animal science. Babbitt's deficiencies are explained in the film as stemming from autism, a neurological disorder; Grandin is herself an autism sufferer. For the rest of this post, I'll assume Forrest and Sheldon suffer from the same.
I always have thought that it must be a rocky road, raising children; when I see a mother pushing a pram down the street, or dealing with an overactive toddler, I think about offering her a handkerchief to wipe her forehead and a couple Nembutal. I recoil in horror at the thought of investing one's lifetime---bleeding, sweating, crying---to build a better tomorrow, only to discover that the child is, for lack of a better term, cognitively defective and will be receiving colouring books for Christmas the rest of his life.
Now, the thought of the word 'eugenics' may be chilling, as it recalls the inhuman experiments performed on prisoners in Germany under Nazi rule; however, the true meaning of the term is innocuous. Eugenics is, essentially, planning whether and when to have a family in light of socio-economic and genetic factors; it comes from the Greek for 'good birth'.
The theory of utilitarianism plays a large part in the exercise of eugenics. Utilitarianism holds that, given a choice, one must always take the path corresponding to the greatest amount of good for the greatest number of people. By carefully planning a family, one weighs the advantages and disadvantages of procreation. With modern science have come genetic markers that aid in assessing the probability of certain diseases prior to taking the plunge, so to speak.
Unfortunately, no such screening test exists for autism. In fact, it is generally assessed by a competent psychologist or psychiatrist in early childhood. This leaves, in strict utilitarian philosophy, only one recourse: euthanasia.
In this day and age, however, the human life, however flawed it may be, is valued almost to the point of veneration. Even people dying from terminal diseases often have no recourse but to take their exit from this world into their own hands. 'Pulling the plug' on an autistic child, therefore, is not a realistic possibility, although it would, in all likelihood, be of benefit to civilisation.
Assuming, however, that medical science progresses at the current rate, a scenario will inevitably arise in which autism and other such diseases can be combated. One such possibility---presumably the more advanced of the two---is an actual cure or full management of autism. By this, I mean that perhaps the condition can not be 'cured', but palliative treatment might progress to the point that the symptoms become a non-concern.
The second, more controversial, possibility would be the discovery of the genetic indicator for the disease, as well as a test for autism in the amniotic fluid; in this case, the foetus could be aborted before problems start for the family and other interested people. This is controversial for good reason; abortion essentially amounts to murder of an unborn human. In addition, abortion following amniocentesis may be denounced, even by pro-choice advocates, as 'playing God'. These are certainly valid points, and must be well considered before such measures are taken, when and if amniocentesis for autism becomes available.
However, one objection, even to a cure or complete treatment for autism, is absolutely invalid: it goes by the name of 'neurodiversity'. Neurodiversity is a view chiefly espoused by those suffering from autism, and autism advocates; the majority of autism sufferers do not identify with neurodiversity, but a significant proportion do. Neurodiversity asserts that atypical (neurodivergent) neurological development is a normal human difference that is to be recognized and respected as any other human variation; to put it more simply, the theory of neurodiversity amounts to the false view that autism is not a disease or disorder of any kind; therefore, the idea of a cure is moot.
Essentially, the fallacy of neurodiversity is an extension, albeit a pseudoscientific one, to Jung's axis of introversion/extroversion; neurodiversity adds another axis, that of autism/schizophrenia, to create a plane. However, the fallacy here is that, while introverts and extroverts both benefit society (most leaders being extroverts, and most engineers and accountants being introverts), those suffering from autism and schizophrenia do not; quite the opposite.
Introverts display a number of personality traits: shyness, hesitance, a preference for solitude, and moderate difficulty in self-expression. Artists, writers, musical composers, inventors, sculptors, and engineers tend to display at least a slight degree of introversion.
Similarly, extraversion is also characterised by certain defining personality traits: enthusiasm, assertiveness, gregariousness, and comparative ease in self-expression. The archetypal extravert can be found in politics, teaching, marketing, management, and brokering.
In autism, too, certain traits can be found: they are, in fact, the hallmarks of introversion, taken to an almost pathological degree. Shyness in social situations is one of the hallmarks of an autism sufferer; so, too, is a preference for solitude. It can be said, then, that autism is a disorder of introversion. Similarly, higher-functioning autism sufferers may, or may not, have slightly elevated intelligence quotients.
Many autism sufferers also display obsessive-compulsive disorders; OCD sufferers display symptoms such as repeated hand-washing, arranging objects in stacks or lines, or closing and opening doors a specific number of times when entering a room. Restricted behaviour is also apparent---a limitation in focus, interest, or activity, such as a preoccupation with a particular television show, game, or toy. This, however, is also a feature of ordinary introversion.
Although sufferers of autism generally display these associated pathologies, these problems do not add up to autism. What is truly pathological of autism---only autism---is repetition and consistency. If the depictions of autism in the media are accurate---and I am quite confident of that---autism is characterised by particular repetitive movements of the body. Most commonly depicted in the media, and also most commonly seen in real life, are movements such as rocking, hand-flapping, spinning, or vocal tics.
In addition, autistic people generally display a particular, pronounced resistance to change; this is echoed in their ritualistic behaviour, such as visiting the toilet, without exception, when visiting a new place, or arm-flapping when happy.
Self-injury, too, when combined with the above, is a diagnostic indication for autism; self-injurious actions in autism are generally repetitive, rather than the wrist-slitting associated with borderline personality disorder, and they include acts such as eye-poking, skin-picking, head-banging, and hand-biting.
Neurodiversity advocates point to the introversion and elevated intelligent quotients as some of the gifts of autism; however, these aren't autistic traits, but merely traits having an increased prevalence with this disorder. In fact, the spark of neurodiversity was lit by an article in the New York Times, which stated in part: "Neurodiversity may be every bit as crucial for the human race as biodiversity is for life in general. Who can say what form of wiring will prove best at any given moment? Cybernetics and computer culture, for example, may favor a somewhat autistic cast of mind."
How can computer culture or cybernetics favour a rocking, hand-flapping, head-banging, neurologically challenged wreck of a human being? So, to any parents of autistic children that somehow stumble onto this, I urge you, in the words of Nancy Reagan, to Just Say No to neurodiversity.
Karl Jung, the discoverer of analytic psychology, doubtless came into contact with such personalities in the course of his work; in fact, Jung was, in all probability, one of the chosen few himself. Jung acquired fame for his characterisation of human personality; whereas in the infant days of psychology and psychiatry, a man with a somewhat reserved, introspective air might have been considered to suffer from a personality disorder, Jung's analytic psychology simply placed such an individual on a continuum of normal human personality types, labelling him an 'introvert'.
Other such valuable ideas have been propounded by people in a similar situation; a measure of this potential was later devised---it was termed, adequately enough, the intelligence quotient. With the advent of the modern era, societies had been formed in which people exhibiting an intelligence quotient above average could socialise and innovate, even though the means to quantify intelligence was yet to be discovered. Yale's famed student society, the Skull and Bones, as well as the international order of the Freemasons, stemmed from this heritage; after the invention of psychometric tests, another such organisation, Mensa, was formed.
Such people, like humanity in general, exhibit areas in which their mind is well-conditioned, as well as areas in which assistance is needed. One may be strongly-minded in, for instance, self-expression through the English language, and yet be out of their depth in basic algebra. Fictional characters have been created in this mould as well: Sherlock, a 'consulting detective' and lead character of the BBC's eponymous crime drama, as well as Greg House, diagnostic physician and lead character of Fox's House, both exhibit this tendency. For all his eccentricities and drug use, Greg House is a likable-enough man---he has his faults, but he is a realistic, normal human being.
Sadly, though, there are people, both real and fictional, who exhibit similar traits of high intelligence, but only in one, very particular, narrow area. Most visbly, it is as if these people's understanding of basic social cues, such as irony, sarcasm, and humour, had evaporated; such individuals tend to live, or be represented as living, a highly regimented life based on one unvarying, dull routine.
The prototypical character, in my own mind, that exhibits this disorder is Sheldon Cooper from the American situation comedy, Big Bang Theory; even more obviously abnormal are Forrest Gump from Forrest Gump, and Raymond Babbitt from The Rain Man. In real life, one person quite similar to these characters---most similar, actually, to Sheldon---is Temple Grandin, professor of animal science. Babbitt's deficiencies are explained in the film as stemming from autism, a neurological disorder; Grandin is herself an autism sufferer. For the rest of this post, I'll assume Forrest and Sheldon suffer from the same.
I always have thought that it must be a rocky road, raising children; when I see a mother pushing a pram down the street, or dealing with an overactive toddler, I think about offering her a handkerchief to wipe her forehead and a couple Nembutal. I recoil in horror at the thought of investing one's lifetime---bleeding, sweating, crying---to build a better tomorrow, only to discover that the child is, for lack of a better term, cognitively defective and will be receiving colouring books for Christmas the rest of his life.
Now, the thought of the word 'eugenics' may be chilling, as it recalls the inhuman experiments performed on prisoners in Germany under Nazi rule; however, the true meaning of the term is innocuous. Eugenics is, essentially, planning whether and when to have a family in light of socio-economic and genetic factors; it comes from the Greek for 'good birth'.
The theory of utilitarianism plays a large part in the exercise of eugenics. Utilitarianism holds that, given a choice, one must always take the path corresponding to the greatest amount of good for the greatest number of people. By carefully planning a family, one weighs the advantages and disadvantages of procreation. With modern science have come genetic markers that aid in assessing the probability of certain diseases prior to taking the plunge, so to speak.
Unfortunately, no such screening test exists for autism. In fact, it is generally assessed by a competent psychologist or psychiatrist in early childhood. This leaves, in strict utilitarian philosophy, only one recourse: euthanasia.
In this day and age, however, the human life, however flawed it may be, is valued almost to the point of veneration. Even people dying from terminal diseases often have no recourse but to take their exit from this world into their own hands. 'Pulling the plug' on an autistic child, therefore, is not a realistic possibility, although it would, in all likelihood, be of benefit to civilisation.
Assuming, however, that medical science progresses at the current rate, a scenario will inevitably arise in which autism and other such diseases can be combated. One such possibility---presumably the more advanced of the two---is an actual cure or full management of autism. By this, I mean that perhaps the condition can not be 'cured', but palliative treatment might progress to the point that the symptoms become a non-concern.
The second, more controversial, possibility would be the discovery of the genetic indicator for the disease, as well as a test for autism in the amniotic fluid; in this case, the foetus could be aborted before problems start for the family and other interested people. This is controversial for good reason; abortion essentially amounts to murder of an unborn human. In addition, abortion following amniocentesis may be denounced, even by pro-choice advocates, as 'playing God'. These are certainly valid points, and must be well considered before such measures are taken, when and if amniocentesis for autism becomes available.
However, one objection, even to a cure or complete treatment for autism, is absolutely invalid: it goes by the name of 'neurodiversity'. Neurodiversity is a view chiefly espoused by those suffering from autism, and autism advocates; the majority of autism sufferers do not identify with neurodiversity, but a significant proportion do. Neurodiversity asserts that atypical (neurodivergent) neurological development is a normal human difference that is to be recognized and respected as any other human variation; to put it more simply, the theory of neurodiversity amounts to the false view that autism is not a disease or disorder of any kind; therefore, the idea of a cure is moot.
Essentially, the fallacy of neurodiversity is an extension, albeit a pseudoscientific one, to Jung's axis of introversion/extroversion; neurodiversity adds another axis, that of autism/schizophrenia, to create a plane. However, the fallacy here is that, while introverts and extroverts both benefit society (most leaders being extroverts, and most engineers and accountants being introverts), those suffering from autism and schizophrenia do not; quite the opposite.
Introverts display a number of personality traits: shyness, hesitance, a preference for solitude, and moderate difficulty in self-expression. Artists, writers, musical composers, inventors, sculptors, and engineers tend to display at least a slight degree of introversion.
Similarly, extraversion is also characterised by certain defining personality traits: enthusiasm, assertiveness, gregariousness, and comparative ease in self-expression. The archetypal extravert can be found in politics, teaching, marketing, management, and brokering.
In autism, too, certain traits can be found: they are, in fact, the hallmarks of introversion, taken to an almost pathological degree. Shyness in social situations is one of the hallmarks of an autism sufferer; so, too, is a preference for solitude. It can be said, then, that autism is a disorder of introversion. Similarly, higher-functioning autism sufferers may, or may not, have slightly elevated intelligence quotients.
Many autism sufferers also display obsessive-compulsive disorders; OCD sufferers display symptoms such as repeated hand-washing, arranging objects in stacks or lines, or closing and opening doors a specific number of times when entering a room. Restricted behaviour is also apparent---a limitation in focus, interest, or activity, such as a preoccupation with a particular television show, game, or toy. This, however, is also a feature of ordinary introversion.
Although sufferers of autism generally display these associated pathologies, these problems do not add up to autism. What is truly pathological of autism---only autism---is repetition and consistency. If the depictions of autism in the media are accurate---and I am quite confident of that---autism is characterised by particular repetitive movements of the body. Most commonly depicted in the media, and also most commonly seen in real life, are movements such as rocking, hand-flapping, spinning, or vocal tics.
In addition, autistic people generally display a particular, pronounced resistance to change; this is echoed in their ritualistic behaviour, such as visiting the toilet, without exception, when visiting a new place, or arm-flapping when happy.
Self-injury, too, when combined with the above, is a diagnostic indication for autism; self-injurious actions in autism are generally repetitive, rather than the wrist-slitting associated with borderline personality disorder, and they include acts such as eye-poking, skin-picking, head-banging, and hand-biting.
Neurodiversity advocates point to the introversion and elevated intelligent quotients as some of the gifts of autism; however, these aren't autistic traits, but merely traits having an increased prevalence with this disorder. In fact, the spark of neurodiversity was lit by an article in the New York Times, which stated in part: "Neurodiversity may be every bit as crucial for the human race as biodiversity is for life in general. Who can say what form of wiring will prove best at any given moment? Cybernetics and computer culture, for example, may favor a somewhat autistic cast of mind."
How can computer culture or cybernetics favour a rocking, hand-flapping, head-banging, neurologically challenged wreck of a human being? So, to any parents of autistic children that somehow stumble onto this, I urge you, in the words of Nancy Reagan, to Just Say No to neurodiversity.
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