Tag: death

People on the autism spectrum live an average of 18 fewer years than everyone else, study finds

titleknown:

autisticadvocacy:

Autistics are dying young — 12 to 30 years earlier than might otherwise be expected, many from suicide

What’s even more troubling is how the statistics go wildly up when the populations looked at are female or have other developmental disorders.

Or how even people considered ‘high functioning” showed the same overall rates. Thusly showing yet again how profoundly bullshit functioning-labels are…

People on the autism spectrum live an average of 18 fewer years than everyone else, study finds

Where are the Indigenous children who never came home?

venusinorbit:

It was Soldier Wolf’s closeness to her family and their stories of abuse at the school that inspired her to become the Northern Arapaho tribal historic preservation officer and work on the return of the children lost at Carlisle.

For Carlisle’s founder, Richard Henry Pratt, an Indian fighter who once served with George Armstrong Custer, the boarding school was another battlefront of the Indian wars. Pratt devised the school’s curriculum of “kill the Indian, save the man” from his experiments in forced education on Cheyenne, Caddo, Arapaho, Kiowa, and Comanche prisoners of war at Fort Marion, Florida, in the early 1870s. The prison experiments impressed Indian reformers in Congress, who authorized the Bureau of Indian Affairs to take control of the Carlisle Barracks to build the nation’s first off-reservation boarding school.

As Pratt assembled Carlisle’s first class of students, Commissioner of Indian Affairs Ezra Hayt ordered him to take children from the Lakotas because of their “hostile attitude toward the government.” Hayt hoped to pressure the Lakotas, and other western Indigenous nations, into opening millions of acres of treaty-protected territory for white settlement. “The children would be hostages for the good behavior of their people,” wrote Pratt of his first Carlisle recruitment mission at the Rosebud and Pine Ridge agencies in Dakota Territory.

Where are the Indigenous children who never came home?

ultralaser:

when the president lies abt the official death toll from the last hurricane on the morning of the next one, maybe that is not a good sign.

[ Trump disputes Puerto Rico hurricane death toll ]

“3000 people did not die in the two hurricanes that hit Puerto Rico,” Mr Trump wrote on Twitter, without offering evidence for the claim. He accused Democrats of inflating the official death toll to “make me look as bad as possible”.

[ Hurricane Florence could kill ‘a lot of people’ ]

Mr Long told Thursday morning’s news conference that while Florence’s wind speed had dipped, its wind field had expanded and total rainfall predictions were unchanged.


#trumpets #katrina #puertorico #nihilism
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The Bodies Of Thousands Of Potential Hurricane Victims Have Been Burned In Puerto Rico

rsbenedict:

After the Maria, Puerto Rico was so overwhelmed that morticians were told to just start burning the bodies without trying to determine whether or not their deaths were caused by the hurricane.

If this were happening in Venezuela, we would hold it up as an example of the horrors and failures of communism. But this is happening under the control of the United States, under US capitalism.

The Bodies Of Thousands Of Potential Hurricane Victims Have Been Burned In Puerto Rico

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sraithpics:

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You really can’t pinpoint the Famine as a specific genocidal event when the economic and legal policies of England had been setting up the conditions for 400 years at that point.

The British did something incredibly similar in Bengal during WWII, where a famine killed millions. They deliberately shifted the distribution of food toward Britain and away from India.

Both cases lack intent to wipe out an ethnic or religious group, but both cases show that a long history of colonization make a population completely disposable to the colonizer.

An Gorta Mór was doomed to happen the moment the Pope created the Kingdom of Ireland as a personal fief for the King of England. The Potato Blight was a match, while the English had been stacking kindling and pouring on lighter fluid for centuries.

Many intellectuals, economists, and politicians knew it was coming. The potato blight had burned through most of Europe, causing minor damage, before it reached the British Isles.

So when it struck and the English were like 🤷‍♀️ the population of Ireland was halved and the British definitely took advantage of that. The population still has not fully recovered. Ireland could support (and should have) 20 million people, but it barely has 5 million on the whole island. This is because the inherently violent political and economic system didn’t go away when the crisis ended. More and more people emigrated, decimating the cultural/linguistics strongholds of Ireland.

If we compare genocide to attempted murder, famine, being the economically and politically constructed tragedies that they are, should be compared to criminal negligence.

I don’t call the Famine a genocide. It’s just yet another relic of how damaging English colonial rule was to the island and to my ancestors. You can’t isolate the Famine from the rest of Irish history. Just my onion.

given that this event wasn’t the only time that the english used a famine to deliberately cut ‘undesirable’ populations down in their colonies, i don’t think there’s anything wrong with calling it a genocide. yes, the existence of famine alone is usually attributable to poor administration, but when purposeful malicious intent enters the picture the event becomes both a famine and a genocide.

population death caused by poor food distribution by the administration during times of weak harvest: famine

population death caused by purposeful withholding of food or other forms of purposeful food mismanagement by the administration to affect specific areas during times of weak harvest: famine & genocide

clatterbane:

Oh my. Just reminded of an actually kind of funny thing that happened 5 or 6 years ago.

I got a call one day from a hair shop I hadn’t been to for a long time, because I had been letting my hair grow out for at least a year by that point. But, they called to inform me that I had missed an appointment that afternoon, and would I like to reschedule?

Somebody must have just made a mistake and grabbed an old appointment book. That’s the best I could figure.

But, my first thought there? Jfc, my mother has done it AGAIN. I had mentioned at some point that one stylist there had done a really good job with my hair, so this time she actually made a goddamned international call because she decided I needed something done with my hair. And didn’t even tell me about the appointment she made. It figures.

Wait a minute, she’s dead. Probably not, though I wouldn’t put it past her to figure out how to…

But yeah, that really was my immediate thought there.

While of course I could do anything I wanted to with my hair, that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to hear about it incessantly if she didn’t like the cut. Not so much the color, for some odd reason, but the cut.

And she did indeed take it upon herself to schedule appointments for me without asking, besides bugging me to do it. Because my hair looked AWFUL.

The last time was when I was back home for months, and well into my 30s. I just didn’t go that time, and left her to explain it to them. You can maybe imagine how well that went over. I knew how it would go, and did it anyway.

But yeah, terrible boundaries.

At least I got a dark laugh out of that particular incident, though.

Reminded of this again, with one post that came across my dash.

There are about as many ways to act controlling and overly concerned about how other people’s appearances might reflect on you, as there are people. And the more covert ones aren’t necessarily much fun to deal with either.

Not too surprisingly, mine took pretty much the same approach to clothes. While I could wear anything I wanted, by golly would I keep getting nagged about it if she didn’t like the style or didn’t think it was “flattering” enough 😩

That pattern stood out even more after I moved out from under other daily influence there–and that crap went into overdrive whenever she saw me. It wasn’t nearly that intense when I was in my teens. Which made too much sense, in a rather sad way.

That same trip where (in my 30s) I just didn’t go to the hair appointment she made without consulting me, I finally said fuck it and gave myself a haircut. Partly because I was just that exasperated, and partly because I didn’t want to (a) face that hairdresser after the awkwardness or (b) try to find another one who wouldn’t butcher it. (Especially with curly hair. Might end up like Larry, Moe, AND Curly on different parts of my head from the same cut. Wouldn’t be the first time.)

Getting pushed into acting like a rebellious kid when you’re getting treated like one (more than when you were an actual kid) may have had something to do with it, too 🙄 I obviously cared a lot less what it looked like than she did, by that point. It’s my head.

Anyway, I didn’t expect that to shut her up. At all. But, I also didn’t expect the mental health concern trolling rant she went off on 😵 “Are you on drugs?! Well, it looks like you badly need to be on more!”–with variations for at least half an hour straight. She knew very well that she did not have the same power to sic mental health professionals on me anymore, and have them automatically side with her. Especially over something that plain ridiculous. (And, thankfully, so did I by then.)

But, she felt a need to threaten it at length. Over a haircut she didn’t like, when I was over 30. (!) And somehow expected me not to just go home and leave her to it. (That took a while longer, because they did still need help looking after my grandmother. But, that behavior did help the decision. Wasn’t really accomplishing much beyond getting driven crazy.)

Anyway, I guess I am still harboring some anger over that garbage. Besides its just seeming surreal.

But, I’m really glad to be living with somebody who doesn’t really care if I have any hair, much less what the details might be. There are also reasons I tend to err on the side of just not saying anything about people’s appearances, particularly unsolicited–and no matter who they are. That’s up to them. It’s really not my concern.