Guest post: Grown men behaving like cats or toddlers
Originally a comment by tigger_the_wing on Not equal treatment but elevated status.
As I was reading this, I was simultaneously engaged in a territorial dispute with my cat. Wherever I made room for him on my bed, he kept trying to lie on my shins. No amount of moving him, moving my legs, pleading with him that other parts of the bed are more comfortable, or explaining that he can’t lie on my legs because it hurts me was going to dissuade him from trying, because he’s a cat, and lying on my legs was the point. He’s intellectually incapable of understanding anything more complex than “I want to lie there, because that’s warm.” My legs radiate heat; wherever I put them, that’s going to become, immediately, the warmest part of the bed. Eventually I won, because I simply kept moving him until he gave up and ceded to my superior strength and stubbornness (anyone who thinks that it’s not possible to out-stubborn a cat hasn’t met a crippled old lady who has lived with cats for decades). He’s now asleep on my bed, next to my legs, with his back towards me; the classic “I’m upset with you, but I need your heat” cat sulking pose.
This is a daily tussle. Again, the salient point is he’s a cat; like a human toddler, he’s incapable of the higher-order thinking required for him to be able to rank competing needs or have the necessary empathy to put another animal’s greater needs above his own lesser needs, or even wants. Most of the time he lives entirely in the moment, and right at that moment he wants that heat. I win because, eventually, his need for sleep overrides his ability to keep arguing; he’ll have forgotten all about it when he wakes up, and I’ll have to go through it again (until I get him his own hot water bottle?). Perhaps the only reasons I always won arguments with my toddlers were my greater stamina and their short memories.
Anyway, these TRAs are grown men behaving like cats or toddlers. Unlike cats or toddlers, however, they don’t have the excuse of a lack of intellectual ability; they’ve actively decided to ignore the civilised part of their brain in order to demand that we give in to their wants, overriding everyone else’s needs. No amount of looking for any extra needs they may have, and catering to them, will make the slightest bit of difference because their actual needs are already being met.
“You want that space, I want that space; I’m more important than you, so let me have it.
What do you mean, you need that space? In that case, I need it, too. So let me have it. I’m me, so I’m always the most important person to me, so anything I want takes precedence over everything else.”
The only way we can win against such an attitude is to out-stubborn it. Pleading is a waste of breath (I only do it with the cat to appease my own conscience, because I am civilised; it makes exactly zero difference to him). Unfortunately, far too many people have been attempting to appease it, instead, so we are now at a much greater disadvantage than we would have been, say, fifty years ago had we listened to lesbians who were already attempting to warn people about what such men were doing to their community.
The primary value which underlies transgender doctrine is Autonomy.
“Trans people have the right to do whatever they want to their own body.”
“Trans people have the right to determine for themselves whether they’re a man, woman, neither, or both.”
“Trans people have the right to decide who and what counts as transgender.”
Accept these as self-autonomous “rights” and the flip side is now our duty to allow all three. Like cats or toddlers, their demand to “let me do what I want!” only goes so far. If you’re lying on my legs, or insisting you’re a meow meow kitty, limits kick in.
Yeah, they insist on autonomy…but don’t even allow it for women. They get to have their privileges, we don’t even get our rights.
Hence the Family Guy clip.
Great clip. So right on.
That clip is perfect; the writers know exactly how TRAs expect all interactions to go. It’s the script that they all seem to have in their heads, all the time, because of the rage they express when reality refuses to conform to the script of a cartoon.
And it usually diverges from the outset.
“Excuse me, Sir…”
“IT’S MA’AM!!!”
This refusal of ordinary people to conform to the script of a play which is entirely inside the head of someone else, so they are entirely ignorant of it, is why I’m not a fan of teaching autistic kids scripts for normal interactions. Outside the classroom or therapy room, where everyone is in on it, they so rarely work. I know this, because as an autistic child and adult (who wasn’t diagnosed until just before my fiftieth birthday), I used to rehearse things in my head all the time. I still do, in fact, but since I was in my teens it was with no expectations of the other people I would be encountering.
The teachers of these scripts (they are available in cartoon form, too, which sets them out as rigid interactions, which is the worst thing for rigid thinkers) never seem to drum into the kids’ heads that the actual words which other people use are unlikely to be the same as those in the script. All it takes is for a shopkeeper to say “Good Morning! How are we today?” for any autistic person to freeze. Who are ‘we’? Do I know them? Do I know how they are? What is expected of me now? Can I ignore that question and ask the one which I was just about to ask, or would that be rude? Why didn’t she say “Hello! What can I get you?” like she’s supposed to say?
Recently, I watched my ten-year-old granddaughter freeze at the counter, and have to be rescued by her seven-year-old sister, when the scenario she expected failed to materialise; sent to ask for drinks for her and her siblings, told to say, when the server asks her what she’d like, “Please may I have two 7-Ups and a Coke”, she had no idea what to do or say when she got there and the servers had their backs to her, because she’s also been taught never to interrupt adults except in an emergency. Sigh. It’s so hard to watch a mini-me go through the same struggles I did, knowing exactly how she’s feeling.
That’s very interesting and informative and sad all at once.