‘the comfort of being able to be judgemental must be immense.’
My daughter is lesbian and my grandson is “bi” - anyone will do it seems. My other grandson is heavily autistic (same as me, as was my mother, and all my siblings and their offspring, and my aunt; my older sister is a JW, and an elders wife, and the most withdrawn autistic person one could wish to meet - she almost enjoys shunning me, and my other son got the downside (there is no upside) of autism and is permanently cared for. My daughter by my second marriage is highly autistic (my fault again) and is a qualified psychologist working with children. None of us were diagnosed until about 1986 when my son collapsed under the strain of it all. His daughter has autism as well. I ran a social work team and was also often in court for defending the rights of all sorts of vulnerable folk in that role, not to mention the horrors of arguing adoption in court against abusive parents and all sorts of sexual predilections of abuse. I have seen the outcomes of all sorts of horrors that there are to see in families including holding the hand of a dying person because there was no one else. Autism is a two edged sword of compartmentalism in order to survive - or die fighting it. It’s like living in a black hole with the lights switched off looking for a black cat. So I studied my way to survive and lived a comparatively useful life. So yes, I’m judgemental but there is no comfort in knowing that nothing can be done other to understand the issues of life, and that requires sound judgement. The responsibility it to be correct. Then judgement is a fine thing because it enables understanding. It’s either right or wrong in 99% of cases, and when you’re wrong, you fix it. Is it though, being judgemental, if one simply states fact? Fact is not judgement, but the measure by which people establish truth. That is why discussion is useful.