Comments by "Widdekuu91" (@Widdekuu91) on "BBC News"
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+ChineseCentury
What you cán do, is try to teach them that they should scream into a cupboard.
Or into a cabinet. And not ón the floor.
Or that they can jump on their bed and not on the floor.
There is a chance they will eventually be able to bring themselves to scream into the cabinet and not ón the floor. When they're old enough.
Fact of the matter is...the kids are trying to diffuse the chaos in their mind, by jumping/running/squeaking or hitting themselves.
It's a system-overload thing.
I have a suggestion. There's a nice trap remix of Kazoo kid, on Youtube.
Put that on volume 10, on headphones.
Now...while you're listening, try reading some comments that make you angry. And put some boiling water on the stove, with your favorite book next to it, so it's going to be destroyed when it overboils.
Then turn on a class about maths and figure out the equasion, befóre your book is ruined.
Overload.
Now imagine a child has that, with every step, while he's walking down the street. Would you be sitting still if that were to happen?
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+kabukiwookie
The whole situation reminds me of a girl in highschool.
She was a bit like Trump...not very intelligent, overweight, lots of make up and racist and liked to shout and scream and eat.
One day we had a fire-drill and she panicked. We all walked (in groups of 2, as we were taught) out of the classroom, but she'd forgotten about that system and started pushing people out of her way.
We said; 'Easy! It's a drill! You have to pick a buddy and walk fast (but controlled and not running) to the door!'
She screamed; 'I'm not going to die because of you idiots!" and pushed people over. She then ran to the door (the door had to be pulled open) and started pushing. She screeched; 'It's not open! We'll die!"
We said; 'Kelly, this is a practice! This is not real! A fire-drill is nót real!" She said; 'I don't give a fuck, we are stuck!"
She then sat down in front of the door and started screaming. Just screaming.
People panicked and asked what was going on, they started pushing each other as well (they thought there was a sudden real fire) and the crowd became bigger and bigger (she sat in front of our door.)
It became scary, because we didn't fit in the hallway, people were being squeezed from the sides and started screaming as well.
Someone ran over to the girl on the floor and grabbed her arm and said; 'You have to move ríght now! Go away from the door!"
She replied; 'Don't you push me! I will not leave! If I can't go, then nóbody goes out! I need to think, shut up SHUT UP!"
She sat back down, unsure what to do after making such a scene, so she decided that sitting down was the best thing. Meanwhile, people in the crowd were being crushed and started crying. And the loud alarm-bells were still ringing.
Someone else tried talking to her, but she felt ashamed for panicking, so she shifted the attention and started making a scéne about his choice of words ('You're acting like a nutter"). She said; 'Nobody will go through this door before you apologize!' and she crossed her arms.
Then someone used force, grabbed her arms tightly and pulled her away from the door. The crowd went through the door (luckily nobody panicked or started running) but the girl screamed bloody murder, because she thought we were going to leave her there. Incase you're wondering..her brain was just more emotional than rational, she did not have a disorder. She just thought; 'The crowd is moving, I'm here on the side, I'm being abandoned' and that was her reason for screaming.
So then we went to the next door, but some people slipped from the stairs, because she'd been pushing herself to the front again and had been pushing people on the stairs. She rushed down and screamed; 'I need to get out first, I need to get out first!'
She then spread her arms on the stairs and went; 'I am in charge now! I decide when we walk! We cannot walk too fast, because I will fall if we do! I will set the pace!!"
At that moment, everyone just collectively went with it. We all started walking extremely slowly, as she wanted and the fírst people (not even all of them!) walked out of the building 10 minutes after all the other classes on other floors did.
It was supposed to be 3 minutes late as a maximum, but I believe it was 15 to 25 minutes before we were down in total.
The teacher was furious and demanded an explanation. We all simultaniously pointed at Kelly, who pulled an arrogant face and screamed; 'Hey! I was emotional alright?! I got a little emotional, you should respect that!"
And it might seem unusually agressive or needlessly mean, but as a leftist flexitarian with too much sympathy for others and the urge to be liked....I decided for myself that the next time someone like that, would block the way dúring an áctual fire...we'd not hesistate and drag her away with brutal force to save ourselves.
It was exceptionally scary, if you forget the 'drill' part, how we were all waiting for óne stupid person that was bragging and fighting about who was in charge, instead of helping the people.
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Let me continue that for you.
Sweden: Land of the blonde people with jolly accents
Norway: Land of the other blonde people that are chilly (cold)
Finland: Land of the Loituma-leeks and the language that consists only of 'iiii'
Belgium: The land that we percieve as our stupid little brother...like family and lovable, but dim
Austria: Heidi and the mountains
Germany: ex-arch nemesis, that has great beer, but is still a bit too cold (personality-wise) for our liking
Azerbaijan: "AAAAAAAAaaaaazerbaijaaaaaaaaaan! Douze Points!" (songfestival)
Bulgaria: Viktor Krum and harsh languages
Denmark: The little mermaid and friendly but very sticky cookies and cakes
France: Bunch of arrogant, selfish snail-eating people, that happen to be more romantic and better in bed
Greece: Yes, we love your food, yes we love your culture, yes we love your clothes, no we will not lend you money.
Hungary: Same as Bulgaria, just with an H and without the A at the end. And with more companies and better economy.
Iceland: Iceland is the clever, glass-wearing secretary that looks distant and perfectionistic, but as soon as she notices you need help, she'll be there to fix everything.
Ireland: Europe's drunk uncle that's only funny if he isn't being violent.
Italy: The passionate, music-making, culture-creating, art-making scooterdrivers that make love in a bathtub filled with tomatosauce.
Luxembourg: The Limburg that is a little lower than Limburg. And a little more luxurious.
Monaco: The French version of a "springbreak of America" that is a bit more classy and very expensive.
Poland: Lots of snow, freezing hookers along the side of the road that sell curious-tasting instant-beef-and-potatoe-meals to pay for their old mothers foot-operation.
Spain: Passionate like the Italians, but more agressive and lazy. Agressive to bulls, agressive in bed, agressive.
Switzerland: With Heidi, but not quite. Is some sortof compromise between Austria and Denmark.
Ukraine: Slightly the same as Poland, but with poorer prostitutes and a bit more culture.
Turkey: Camels, desert sand, round buildings and nasal singing.
Feel free to continue the list, I've left most of Eastern europe out.
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Not that I want to be a killjoy or anything, but not all of them want to apologize.
Some will see you in the street and go for you again. Yell; 'Hey, remember what I did to you in school HA-HA!'
Forgiveness happens without your controll, it just happens, you feel it. I cannot "forgive' on command.
I have been bullied, abused and the only ones that apologized, immediately asked for a nude selfie in return for their apology and called me horrid names when I did not comply.
Stalkers have re-started their stalking, 10 years later, people that have forced me to endure horrible moments and tried to stab me, have re-tried to harm me.
And I have punched back this time, told the surrounding people that I was in danger, tried to get away by running, told the police.
I don't want to belittle your experiences or compare bullying and I don't want to suggest your ability in forgiving comes from not having endured a lot.
But I can't imagine forgiving someone that is currently still out to get you or does not feel bad for the horrid things they have done to you, the knifes they have held in your face, the laughter when you cried and the threats of violence or carrying them out.
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+WitchCraft BDO
I went with society for a while, I was forced to.
Then I got a mental breakdown.
Don't underestimate it, please.
Also, what you said is partially true. Many autistic kids cannot have the life they want.
I may not be able to have kids, simply because I couldn't be able to care for them.
Despite me being competent, having a degree in Pedagogic Work, how would I get through a pregnancy without getting overwhelmed? Autistic life is not comparable with yours.
Every noise, sound, sense, feelings is wáy stronger. I can smell if someone's wearing a light perfume near my house, from ínside the house in another room.
There's no reason to hate on people that have been born with a disability. If you feel it's unfair, then think about the struggles they have on a daily basis.
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+Ben Cowie
I believe she said; 'Having to go through all that trauma, just to get your hair cut."
The haircut isn't the trauma. Being forced to, is traumatic for the child, because it stays with him and gives him more anxiety everytime.
I know children with autism that would vomit, for weeks, before and after going to the hairdresser. It is terrifying to them.
The scissors sound ten times louder. The senses are loud, the razors. The feeling of shaving might feel like she's trying to scrape your skin off, if you've got sensitive touch.
Let me reference to tickling. Some people like tickling, but to me, the feeling of tickling, brings me to tears instantly.
Whereas someone thínks I'd feel a light 'pat' of their finger on my stomach, to me it feels like they're tearing my skin off. Last time someone tried to tickle me, I kicked over a glass table and left the room crying.
Just for fun, check out an autistic-simulation-video.
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