Not to sidetrack, but if anyone thinks the likes of SS guards acted without mens rea. Bollocks.
And as far as the studies go, one thing I have an issue with is looking at stimming reduction as a positive endpoint, my ass it is. Its natural to us. Trying to train us not to rock, flap, spin etc. is no different to as said, taking someone autistic out as a sudden change in routine to something they despise in the first place. As long as they can know to hold it in if say, as for instance, with me handling all manner of chemicals, quite a number of them of a lethally toxic, or virulently corrosive nature, I know not to go hand-flap with a beaker full of hydrofluoric acid, or whilst opening a container of white phosphorus, handling brick-sized lumps of alkali metals etc. for the obvious reasons of wanting to stay both alive and with my eyes in sockets that haven't been blown to bits or melted to a smoking stinking slurry, setting myself on fire, left in the face but in the corpse of a poisoning victim or several of the above, then thats as much as needs doing. Not to stim in ways that are actually dangerous. Not just disapproved of by onlookers (who can and need to learn to either like it, ignore it, or dislike it and disapprove all they damn well feel like, but just so long as they keep their mouth shut.) but actually posing a physical danger to either the autie or to another person.
I didn't try acid as a little kid, but mushrooms, and even the one trip I myself noticed a rapid and obvious increase in my ability to read people, read between NT lines (despite the fact that I dislike bothering to do the latter, as a filthy habit like smoking. Or rather, breathing in the secondhand smoke of NTs 'writing' between the metaphorical lines. filthy habit that NTs who are going to be around auties/aspies/Rett's girls need to learn to stop. Its little better than lighting up a cigar around an asthmatic and blowing the smoke in their faces, its gross and makes me want to vomit up my spleen, stuff it up my ass so far that if I put my fingers down my throat I can barf my shit-covered spleen up all over again.)
I agree about physical restraints though for sure. People who are likely to loathe being touched are NOT going to react by becoming calmer and happier and disinclined to raise hell because some thick fuck grabs hold of them or starts hugging them as what they intend to be an affectionate gesture.
As far as meds go, if I ever have the good fortune to have autie/aspie kids, or hook up with the Rett's girl who, quite frankly drives me absolutely loco for her, then I'd do everything I could to avoid antipsychotics. Things like clonidine (I find it works wonders for overload prevention and remediation), maybe low-dose chlormethiazole for its low physical dependence liability, seeing if I could get them liking a nice hot infusion of fresh lemon balm with its GABA-transaminase inhibitor properties and gentle nature, anything but vile poisonous last-ditch muck designed not to calm the brain but to crack the victim's skull in with a rusty claw hammer, which IMO APs are. At least dopamine blocking stuff. I couldn't subject any kid of mine, especially if nonverbal and unable to complain about it to something like akathisia, or permanent dystonic reactions, and make them a zombie. Introducing them to (with consent, after explaining all about them, in child friendly terms, to gentle mushroom or acid doses, and if they appreciate the experience in a sense they would be willing to, or make out they want to try it again, to gently increasing doses. Nothing ego-crushing, but something relaxing and gentle, to expand the mind, not suppress it with a chemical curbstomp to the face.)
I'd want my child(ren) to develop, to reach their best capacity possible, want the best for them in every respect, not to lock down their development with soul-corroding neuroleptic poison. And even despite the awful side effects, possibly permanent ones or even fatal ones, they aren't drugs which encourage a mind and spirit to grow and flourish, they are last ditch resorts to lock down downright dangerous psychosis where people are going to get seriously hurt. Even where there currently seems little alternative, I still pity the poor bastards who have to endure such shit.
Not seeds I want planted in any kid of mine, because the fruit will be stunted and poisoned.
And as for aversives...HELL no!. In fact if I found out any therapist or support worker used such even once, that would earn them some aversives of my own, and they would be harsh indeed. And that would be followed by instant dismissal.
Support workers would get fair warning on employment, that any aversive type conditioning shit would result in both dismissal without appeal, and having to be carried off the streets in a bag. And for the really sick shit like tazering, if that was done to my kids? I'd fucking execute the one responsible, probably by crucifixion to a tree in the middle of nowhere, covering them in petrol and setting them alight after a couple of days time for them to reflect on why they were there, naked and nailed to a tree awaiting being burnt at the stake. I don't mean that metaphorically either. They'd be crucified and roasted alive to finish them off when their bodies were about to give up the ghost due to being made into a decorative poster advertising why people ought not to torment autistic folk. Of course they wouldn't be giving any speeches to tell of the fact. Not after having their tongues ripped out and cauterized to avoid them bleeding out using red hot blacksmith's pincers, make sure they don't scream and shriek, like they'd have made my poor kids do.
Thinking about it, if I were any autie kid of mine's care worker, I would REALLY want to be on my most saintly behavior, after being hired and given 'the talk' about their conduct. ZERO tolerance policy on tormenting my kids and making clear that they would probably never leave the confines of a hospital or care hospice for the rest of their days should they contravene my rules on treatment.
Also, I see absolutely no reason to go into the 18th century vs modern semantics surrounding the word 'jew'. I, and none other here, is living in the 18th century. And I think most these days, here, would understand my use of the word 'jew' or 'jews' to mean the adherents of the religion and its sects that in these times, is known by the name 'judaism', and especially when the holocaust and nazi concentration camps are mentioned in the same context, to mean those rounded up as jews, forced to wear yellow stars of david, and gassed, burnt, tortured, enslaved and made to suffer all manner of other indignities, tortures and murders by those who served hitler.
Nobody needs to be told in minute detail how to tell a modern day 'jew' from a 'yehudi' or 'judean'. We all know who the nazis persecuted, rounded up and extirpated as best possible.
And the parallels between the JRC and Hitler's concentration camps do not need to follow a precise 1:1 correlation. Both are places used to detain a horribly repressed group of the vulnerable, both are places where killings have taken place of members of those groups, both are places in which those in captivity were and in the case of the JRC still are tortured, brutalized and subjected to extrajudicial punishment in blatant violation of international law, which explicitly states that no country may enact a law permitting judicially commanded torture, even to the worst of criminals or to any criminal suspect. Never fucking mind those who are not only innocent of wrongdoing, but unable to defend themselves.
Both are stygian hell-pits of abomination, misery, suffering and leaving behind some survivors who got free, eventually, who are severely traumatized. Their own words. Survivors. Victims. Does the JRC NEED fucking gas chambers or crematoria, or machinegun towers manned by the SS, does it NEED fucking zyklon-B? Both have survivors no longer in captivity there, who were freed and left with PTSD, and who doubtless, no matter how much therapy they receive, will have to live with the scars left by their torment for the rest of their lives.
That awful place, it will be forever haunted by the souls of those who were tortured to death in the JRC. Even the very name of that abyss, it leaves a disgusting sensation upon my psyche to voice its full name. Its as if I would speak, and instead of words, a slobbering, slick, gurgling sickly torrent of rotting, diseased pus is what passes my lips and stains my mouth and vocal cords. It is to voice the true, personal name of the devil himself and blaspheme against the very essence of life, of love, of liberty. To vomit up syllables of obscene filth, disease and malignancy in order to put a name to a hideous cancer which MUST be cut out of existence, and the wound cauterized with radiation, and the ground around it salted and poisoned that nothing will grow, not so much as a clostridial spore left to survive in the ashes for centuries to come. Of course, after liberating those held captive and putting their captors to the sword and to flame. What I'd not give to take point in a squad of auties and aspies, Rett's girls who are ambulant, and those who cannot walk, still given something like an ECM countermeasure suite so they too could play a part. To take point, after shutting off the power, and lead the tip of the spearhead, maybe carrying the squad flamethrower and make a holocaust of my own (if we are going to be sticking to the original meanings of ancient tongues. 'holocaust' comes from the ancient greek 'holos caustos' meaning 'wholly burnt', with, originally, connotations of a sacrifice to the ancient greek pantheon and its members). Because I'd be packing a flamer, plus a brace of silenced machinepistols loaded with expanding hollowpoint ammunition, and worst comes to worse, a pair of wakizashi for taking captives alive for interrogation (I.e hamstringing them and severing the achilles and patellar tendons and the tendons over the back of the elbows, or severing the lower spine of those taken into custody)
Before anyone says 'but you'd be committing an atrocity too', I'm not going to be snowflakey about it, bottom line is I don't give a fuck what I would be required to do when liberating my family. Not genetic relations, at least not in the way the term is usually understood. But my brothers and sisters nevertheless. And if that means being a cold, complete and utter bastard then so be it. Would it bother me? at one point, before I knew what has been done to my people, yes. Now I know even the parts of it that are publicly known, and from those who have spoken out after having their unlawful sentences ended and their physical, if not psychological liberty, and that of their souls, restored; not in the least. I wouldn't hesitate to double-tap the staff of the Great Abomination right in the fucking pencil-dicks and sausage-clits before putting a couple more in their faces. No point in aiming for the center of mass, because there is not a heart among the filth which infest the Great Abomination in which to put a bullet or through which to drive a blade. Only a gaping hole full of ashes and poison, of unclean larvae and writhing maggots supping upon a lake of sickness and sores come to matter gone putrescent.
And there are no words or sentiments which could ever change my opinion of that filthy abyss. It is something against which I have sworn eternal hostility, hatred without end and which will never, ever have the possibility of the place being redeemed, nor those responsible. Only its termination, judicially or parajudicially can suffice. And that includes the rehabilitation and therapy as much as is needed for as long as needed for all who suffered there, yet suffer, and who yet draw breath
And I will despise both that place, and all who have had a hand in inflicting the evil perpetrated there, until my dying day.
So save your breath, anybody, who would seek to 'mellow' my attitude towards the evildoers and their sick fuck torture chamber, it could be better employed speaking for those most vulnerable, auties, aspies, Rett's girls, people with mental retardation, advocating for them. Not to change me, because that will no more happen than liquid nitrogen will decide to be something in which to take a pleasantly warm bath.