Okay... Okay? Perhaps not quite...
a critical event in the socialization of people tends to happen at around 18 months of age, at least for people who are perhaps less autism-sufficient than I am.
Oops. Well, if people not deemed autistic can label autistic people (of whom I am one such) as having a mental disorder, why cannot autistic people (of whom I am one such), with autistic humor, label those who label autistic people as having a mental disorder? Or, is turn-about not fair play?
I observe that the salient social issues which result in shame, in taboos, in forbidden questions, tend to arise and take much of their lifelong form and function during the age range labeled "minor." Thus, for me, absent stories including minors, there is nothing much to say or write worth saying or writing about the most problematic of contemporary social issues.
As I have previously indicated, I never did the infant-child transition; I never internalized the critical lesson(s) of that transition because I found those lessons to be of what I had learned to regard as deception. I have consistently experienced deception as something I would wisely avoid to the limit of my practicable ability.
I find it deceptive to believe that a child can safely be taught that the child was disobedient or defiant because the child was told to do (or not do) something, and did not do it (or did it), and in not doing (or doing) it, was defiant and/or disobedient and earned effectively coercive puni
One layer down in many of the Archive Fiction Stories that I have so far read (a tiny fraction of the total), I find a childhood-age sense of personality destruction at the behest of the established structure of society. I am profoundly reminded of Hans Christian Andersen's "The Emperor's New Suit."
Is my view in any way realistic, pragmatic, or practicable? My wife and I have a daughter, now an adult, who found good employment following college, of whom high school teachers at high school parent-child-teacher conferences made comments like, "if every child was like (our daughter), teaching would be the most wonderful job in the world." Not once, not ever, not for the slightest moment, did I ever observe my wife's and my daughter being defiant, disobedient, or deceptive. Never.
That said, there is artistic license, just as there is autistic license. There was a story that came to my attention some years ago.
A pillar-of-the-community Bahstun (Boston is the usual spelling, but I am, in the Samuel Clemens (or Mark Twain (computer programmers are often comfortable with nested parentheses)) manner using a form of phonetic spelling) matron called her closest also-pillar-of-the-community friend.
"Hello."
"Hello."
"My son's school just called and told me that my son is ahtistic."
"Oh! That's wonderful!"
"No! You don't undahstand. He is ahtistic, not ahtistic."
A long pause...
"Oh, no! I am so sorry."
Ahtistic license may allow for a great many speling varyaashuns, ahl of which may be ways of righting in a relavent dialekt.
Of curse, typegrafikal erroars happen.
There is work being done, there is work that has been done, and there is work yet to be done.
Me muddah were an Ehnglesh teechur, who teacheded me to spehl write. As I is here dun shone.
One artistic license construct allows artistic writing of stories including minors using spelling characteristic of minors who haven't fully mastered the vagaries of English spelling.
Let whosoever has never, never made even a trace of a hint of a wisp of an iota of a mistake be the one who calles my mistakes to my attenshun.
Ought for ought's sake. (Bahstun accent?)
Given my druthers, I have a proclivity to prefer mercy more than judgmentalismisticalityishness.
I have offered to help get stories back online. I will forgive myself for the mistakes I make in doing that, assuming I am mentally competent enough to do the work satisfactorily. I am a real fan of forgiveness, especially when people make a terrific effort, such as I observed being made at the MoM.
You would like more of the stories back? Endorsing those who are making the effort to get them back just might be a really wise and effective approach.
Or, I made friends at the MoM. Please do not hurt my friends.