People get to you – they get to me but it never ceases to amaze me how many rotten apples it takes to join forces to cover up their wrongdoing and how few people it can take to counter that balance with a little goodness, sincerity or unaffected behaviour.
I have an accent that will not make me popular here and an expectation that people will appreciate honesty – despite all evidence to the contrary. But among the perennial weeds of life’s bountiful garden I have encountered some blooming wonders – in people, as well as in nature.
My first encounter with a large group of learning disabled adults was a sensory overload in terms of sound and activity but beyond that I began to see that these new companions were among the best people I had ever met in my life. They had humour, enthusiasm, a desire to please and succeed beyond the norm and most of all, a communally strong sense of right and wrong, honest, certainly, beyond what I saw as the norm.
As we began to work together I learned so much from the group who devised the most ingenious ways around obstacles in life to achieve real, individual successes that would be overlooked by the busying masses, using slight of hand to ‘look good’ in a bad way.
Don’t ever underestimate learning disabled, autistic, disabled – whatever you find a person to be on first meeting them, because human nature can be wonderful. The ones you trust because they seem smart, forceful, trustworthy… are probably the ones with the best qualifications to be a con artist – but see what you find by not judging the book by its cover.
Beware, though, honesty and insight are very threatening to such people and the wonderful people I spoke of at first are prey to these types. Many of them had degrees of autism from the vast spectrum, so perhaps that was the innate link of understanding we shared – I just didn’t understand it then but from the way they welcomed me, they recognised something way beyond anything I could then, while I was trying to cope with the noise of laughter.
There is a school of thought that we autistics – or whatever term you use – are the next phase of human evolution. Interesting. No wonder the dinosaur, self serving liars and manipulators are worried, though we are jumping the gun a little in terms of time scales.
The other group of people I have met who impress me with their similar sense of decency are the ones I’ve met along the path of recovery from the stress place on those of us who care. From all walks of life and backgrounds, so many of these people have worked for a charity, raised concerns, paid the price, but they hang in there and from them, goodness will ripple outwards still, albeit in a thwarted and reduced way. We are what we are, which explains much of the desperation of the lowlifes, to be pitied. We pity the wrong people. We pity those with some of the best qualities most can never achieve, because it isn’t perceived to be the very strong and powerful force it is.