The New York Times was on a jag today, the issue being medical screenings. All the comments were old people declaring war on any institution or individual who might get in their way of the old folks and their constitutional right to every single screening tools available to stupid people who want to evade death. Good for them. I do not know them. 

I am happy so many folks want invasive, humiliating, rough, experiments. You are so not defying death. People say: you are a fighter. I was driving home and a tree jumped into the middle of the street and cracked up my dirt bike. . “You will need this. And you will need that.” And you will have to be humiliated because everyone just does. Suffer. I am not everyone. I am Asperger’s and if you so much as touch me – all bets are off.

Asperger himself tortured children. Colonoscopy. It will never happen. The patient refuses the procedure. You and whose army, navy, air force, thinking I won’t fight back. They are confused. I would rather die than be touched by anyone. Especially medical. My second selves go ballistic. There is no room in your system for people like me. The last time they tried to touch me, I called the cops. They so do not have consent. Escaping hospitals is actually kinda fun. Medical people degrade (we are just trying to help you, sir) people like me. Good patient. Bad patient. Follow the data.

Bad patient outcomes are better. That tree broke my hip. They want to map my brain. Western medicine is not worth my time. Their map is code for punishment. Medical people do not believe that they hurt patients. Ask them. “You have to do it because everyone does.” Ridicule. Dangerous screenings. Demeaning procedures. Patients shamed. Cut down to size. We are diminished time and time again. Even time diminishes us. The medical community is beneath contempt. Do not touch. – tim barrus