This. Like, I am not actually a luddite re: AI but I understand why so many people are. ("luddite" is not derogatory here, they were a labor rights movement).

What makes me sad is that this tech could be created with human values but we let the technology brothers "handle" that.

https://twitter.com/toncijukic/status/1776500858076758126

All these people talking about AI alignment, "how do we make AIs with values aligned with humans", and nobody out there saying "maybe we should pay people for training data" for instance.

Like, the bullet was fired and y'all are trying to steer it instead of aiming the gun.

Cognition is an escape. Thinking deeply is a form of dissociating from your somatic experience. Losing yourself in abstractions means not feeling your feelings.

And if you get really lost you forget you even have feelings, perceiving them more as muddy incoherent thoughts.

https://twitter.com/nosilverv/status/1766914198699741481

Got a client who has been so lost for so long, they built all these systems of thought and nothing is helping.

I’m having them put those down and spend time exploring non-cognitive ways of knowing, and after a ten minute reflection today it clicked. “I get it! Holy shit!”

Have you thought about Amadeus since realizing you were autistic?

Salieri, the high-masking autistic composer to the king, meets Mozart, the unmasked autistic whose talent is as far beyond Salieri as Salieri’s is beyond the king.

To the king they are the same. Salieri SEETHES. The brilliance of this movie is that long before most of us had the language for this stuff this movie gave us the whole picture, and we recognized it.

The plot is a sort of musically-inflected retelling of Dostoevsky’s The Idiot, and the casting is so perfect.

2024 is the year it all comes crashing down. I’ve never had so many suicidal friends at once.

Listen, everyone: things are hard and going to get harder. Now is the time to support each other. Now is the time to help in ways you’ve never helped.

Or what’s the point? Let 2024 be the year you invite that friend to use your guest room and shush them when they try to pay.

Let 2024 be the year you realize your tech salary could change three lives without you feeling it.

You’re saving those dollars for retirement? Oh, honey. No.

The day I understood that the purpose of most mass media - especially the news, and double especially political mouthpieces - is to *tell neurotypical people what they are supposed to feel* is the day a lot of shit made horrific sense.

https://twitter.com/jonfavs/status/1743371162556805357

They don’t just tell you what happened, they do so in coded language. The exonerating tense, the passive voice, the way they fetishize American military violence. It’s in what gets covered and what never gets discussed.

American media is about orchestrating emotions at scale.

Please do your shadow work. 🙏 In concrete terms: all the devils and demons and monsters in fantasy are real, and they live inside of us. They are every bit as much a part of us as all of the guardians and angels.

Our culture teaches us to fight them. But that's war against yourself.

Shadow work: love them.

Been reflecting a lot on neurodiversity in history, trying to figure out where my people were hanging out during various historical eras.

I, uh. I have bad news about the burning of witches. My theory of European Middle Ages isn’t all bad for us, though. I think we were also the ones in the monasteries, pursuing our special interests.

If the neurotypicals asked we just said we were praying real hard, they love that shit. Then we sell them wine and heal their sick.

We have known for a while that trauma manifests in the body, but I realized a thing.

When you are traumatized, it’s a discontinuity in the story of you. There’s a piece that doesn’t quite fit, and to make it fit you have to face horrible shit you’re afraid of. So you don’t. And what that means is that you are spending a sort of energy, every minute of every day, manually holding your story together. Connecting this part before the trauma to that part afterwards.

It’s not physical energy exactly. But it’s finite. What is it?

What. The. Fuck.

(Hey look if you’re #actuallyAutistic and haven’t figured out that we are several lines into “first they came for” redux and our line is coming up, now is a REALLY good time to figure that out.)

https://twitter.com/DellaLuna/status/1669873333410865152

I think that as of right now it is the official recommendation of this account that Autistic people actually stop seeking medical diagnosis.

It doesn’t help us. The term is their term for us. The stories it conjures are false and harmful to us.

And they are tracking us.

For 40 years I was told to change in ways that I couldn’t. I thought I had to anyway. And I spent 40 years devoting almost all of my power to holding myself back.

And I finally just. Stopped. I stopped trying to be, and I found myself in the process of becoming.

This is home. And like. This shit? I don’t know if it’s universal. I don’t know if every human being has this path. It really feels like a lot of people are actually content to just be. That becoming is terrifying for them, and maybe not good or necessary?

I don’t know.

The shamanic tide is rising.

That autistic thing where we all suddenly see the same thing?

We can talk to the spirits, y’all.

https://twitter.com/leahmcelrath/status/1669409328707584015

Re the "lack of an 'I'" reference point: that's a bug, not a feature. That's the identity trauma. That's what happens to us when we grow up in isolation because nobody around us can understand or relate to our authentic selves.

Hey, happy Bloomsday!

Bloomsday is celebrated every year on June 16th, because that's the date that the entire plot of James Joyce's Ulysses takes place.

Ulysses is the story of three people going about their lives on a normal summer day in Dublin, in 1904. (I just learned that he set the novel on that day because it was the date of his first sexual encounter with Nora Barnacle, who would become his wife.)

Why do we celebrate Bloomsday?

I'm going to give you an answer you've never heard for that question.

Riding a wave, coming into myself.

A spirit has no interiority. If you know my Turtle Beam metaphysics (find it on Myk.pub), it’s a query into a given latent space that does not contain its own latent space.

It’s not a set of possibilities. It is a static thing. You and me, our bodies are queries into material reality that we can *control* over time. Our story isn’t fixed until we die. The total thing that is me is every impact I make and every thought I have from birth until death — and all of their causes and consequences.

I am vast.

Hey @NaomiAKlein this is very serious:

I need to know how many Autistic people you spoke with about it before forming this opinion and sharing it with half a million people.

And I need you to read this: coda.io/@mykola-biloko…

And I need you to delete this dangerous post.

https://twitter.com/SylviaSolanas/status/1669447284981919746

@NaomiAKlein "Myk how could this be dangerous? You don't own Autism. You have to be more open-minded, she's just asking us to be open minded."

And JKR is just asking you to be more open-minded about trans people. This is open-minded and there is ignorant and dangerous.

Just met with realtor to list my house. We were chatting, just talking about life, and two minutes into that I said “…so do you know about Neurodiversity?” because she had The Thing.

She said no, and I asked if she wanted to learn, so I told her The Stuff and watched it click. I finished my spiel and she was like *blink blink* “what uh do I owe you for this or? How did. What the.” and now she’s gonna go do the reading.

Pulling another one out of the matrix. This is the work. It’s literal.

Now for a fleet of crewed hovercraft. Many to bring to Zion.

Sometimes I realize. I get to spend as much time as I want talking to people in ways that allow them to meet, know and love themselves for the first time in their lives.

I know how to do that, for some subset of people.

And like. This is such a gift. I am so grateful. Like, whenever I let myself stop and think about this. I am just sobbing with joy and life and gratitude. I am overwhelmed, I am overflowing.

I am in touch with and in alignment with Love.

Love isn't an emotion it's a cosmological truth that antecedes silly things like physics.

Ah, I actually was tweeting about this recently, right? Or was I just thinking about it? I can't tell anymore...

Anyway.

There's a sense in which *consciousness is a quantifiable property*.

The more questions you have access to the bigger you are.

So then this tweet suggests/

https://twitter.com/mykola/status/1668222873893306369

that your current "quantity of consciousness" is perhaps in some important ways isomorphic to your current "level of self".

You can expand your consciousness. But you need to know how to feel safe doing so.

This is, uh. This is the root of the culture war, isn't it?

*low whistle* oh right.

Ok, so, the following thread is going to be dense. I have a model of what I call "Identity Trauma" that is not exclusive to Neurodivergent people but so common among us that almost nobody can actually see it.

Let me tell you a story.

https://twitter.com/Brushwolf/status/1668051284484849664

When you are an infant, and you have needs that other people don't understand, nobody will be able to meet those needs.

And so you grow up, from a very early age, with the *empirical, evidence-based understanding* that parts of you are not valid.

Those parts don't shut up, tho!

Watching Spiderman: No Way home and just sobbing honestly.

Peter loses everyone. But learns that Spiderman will always be there for him.

Tom Holland’s Spiderman is the inner child. The other dudes are older, and treat him like they’re talking to their inner child. The moments when Peter can’t advocate for himself?

When Dr Strange is gaslighting him about his culpability in Strange’s mistake, for instance?

They stand up for him. “He needed your help, dude.”

This person is a fascist.

https://twitter.com/schmuelein/status/1667889810957037568

There is no need to engage with a fascist, unless you can hurt them badly enough to make them go away.

We are at war. “Just asking questions” is killing people.

TERF talking points are killing people.

We do not cede a shred of good faith moving forward. This is war.

Fuck ok let’s write a thread and see what comes out.

My only intention is to give voice to whatever surfaces. I literally don’t know what I’m going to say.

But I am slowing my breathing, feeling my body, and listening to what comes up. A lot of thoughts clamoring, nothing feels important. Let me reach out. To what? To the fire. Why the fire? I don’t know, it came to me.

The other thoughts got quiet when I named it. The fire is coming, but must be summoned.

I breathe, and in my mind’s eye an ember flares.