Monday, 27 February 2023

To Squash and Kibosh Bad Driving

With great power comes great responsibility.” – Uncle Ben, Spider-Man

The above quote rings true for both superheroes and drivers alike. Anytime you get behind the wheel of an automobile and turn the ignition, you become instantly responsible for the safety and lives of others, including yourself. You must anticipate everything: cars backing out of driveways, children playing in the street, pedestrians wearing dark clothes at night, construction detours, jaywalkers, animals crossing the road, bad weather, cyclists riding alongside you, etc.

Driving is a privilege, not a right. Unfortunately, some drivers choose to ignore this great responsibility, believing they have the right to drive aggressively, carelessly, distracted, impaired, etc. Their behaviour on the road reminds me of Goofy in that old cartoon where he transforms from Dr. Jekyll into Mr. Hyde whenever he gets behind the wheel of his car.

Bad driving is a bad habit, and it’s always infuriating whenever drivers cut others off, steal parking spots, blare their horns, speed, tailgate, weave between lanes, cross solid lines, ignore stop signs, red lights, school zones, or railway crossings, refuse to yield the right of way, etc. This behaviour is extremely reckless, dangerous, irresponsible, and even criminal.

I have no respect for motorists who jeopardise and disregard the lives and safety of others because they selfishly believe that traffic laws and the rules of the road don’t apply to them. Did they get their license from the bottom of a Cracker Jack box? Do they even have a license? Did they ever bother learning how to drive? Why are they so reckless and impatient? Are they really in such a hurry to get to the great beyond? The answer to all the above: they shouldn’t be on the road.

To be fair, there are plenty of cyclists, skateboarders, rollerbladers, and pedestrians in the world who also engage in reckless, dangerous, and irresponsible behaviour, so all parties share the great responsibility of practicing safety, whichever mode of transportation they choose. However, motorists are still the ones who cause the most damage in an accident, so they must be extra vigilant.

It really sucks whenever you turn on the news and learn that a careless, distracted, or impaired driver not only killed themselves but also wiped out an entire family in the fatal collision they caused. It sucks even more when you turn on the news and learn that a careless, distracted, or impaired driver wiped out an entire family yet walked away unscathed from the fatal collision they caused. Why must innocent people lay dead on slabs in the morgue, while the motorists who put them there get to live full lives? Where’s the justice for the deceased and their families?

As you can probably tell, bad drivers really push my buttons. I think it’s largely because everybody knows somebody who’s a victim of their recklessness. I suffered whiplash as a kid. I have a family member who was rear-ended and T-boned, getting injured on both occasions. My family and I have tragically lost both a family friend and a family member in two separate unsolved hit-and-run fatalities. Again, where’s the justice for the deceased and their families?

I once vented on social media about a careless driver who stopped in the middle of a crossing at a dangerous intersection, forcing pedestrians like me to step outside the white lines to get by. I was told by one reader to “take a chill pill” and that my “assumption of bad intent is just wrong”. We must look at the stats on pedestrian fatalities to see just how many deaths and injuries occur at the wheels of such drivers. There is a reason why the government gives drivers a “license”. As I pointed out earlier, driving is a privilege, not a right. When it comes to knowing my rights as a pedestrian, I’m cool. No “chill pill” needed. Before you defend bad behaviour or prescribe “chill pills”, make sure you have all the facts first.

All this bad driving in the world has been getting under my skin for a long time. As both a pedestrian and a cyclist, I obey all traffic laws and follow the rules of the road, so I expect others to do the same. I walk often for recreation, and constantly see cars going through red lights and stop signs. I once pressed the button at a high school crossing and a car sped through the flashing lights to avoid stopping. Unbelievable.

However, the worst experience I had at the wheels of a reckless driver occurred last autumn. A family member was visiting from Toronto, and we went on a nice long walk throughout our small city’s trail system. After exiting the park and having lunch at a restaurant, we began walking home. All was well for several blocks, until we found ourselves waiting on a street corner for the traffic lights to turn green. When the lights changed, we began crossing…

Suddenly and without warning, we were nearly hit by a car that first cut us off trying to run a red light, slammed on the breaks in the middle of the crossing, and then almost backed into my family member. I snapped a photo of the car’s license plate, though it was from out of province, so I doubt there’s much we can do with it.

That’s another problem. The police never seem to be around when these incidents occur. I’m not blaming the constabulary. I understand they must respond to all sorts of crimes and can’t be everywhere at once. Still, I’d love to see a reckless driver get pulled over by an officer and held accountable for their actions.

Unfortunately, it seems the motorists who receive the most tickets are those who forget to put more coins in the parking metre or park in a space outside the designated hours. Unless the vehicle in question is blocking a fire hydrant, ambulance zone, and so forth, I feel parking infractions should become secondary to saving lives from bad drivers.

I really hope our elected officials start brainstorming some solutions to this serious issue. The various levels of government need to work together and draft more accountability for motorists who engage in bad driving. To be fair again, I know driving is tough and even the best drivers make mistakes, but some mistakes can kill. It’s been a few months since I last encountered a bad driver, but I’m even more cautious.

My suggestion to both police and politicians alike would be to consider deputizing crossing guards to hand out tickets for traffic violations that occur within school zones or install speed cameras at all major intersections. Maybe using traffic calming technology such as speed bumps, chicanes, radar signs, bollards, or flexible delineators throughout residential neighbourhoods as well. Even if these suggestions are expensive, you can’t put a price tag on human lives.

So, what will it take to finally squash and kibosh bad driving? I strongly believe we need more accountability for motorists who drive impaired, recklessly, distracted, etc. I wish there was something more I could do other than writing a blog post about it, but I have no power to change the status quo. Hopefully, various words of concern like mine will someday reach those high enough to make some positive change in the world. May we never forget all the poor souls who lose their lives at the wheels of bad drivers. Vayan con Dios, amigos.

A sign in a building reads; “Honk if you love Jesus…text while driving if you want to meet him!”

A bilingual sign on the street reads; “Stop for pedestrians.”

These images speak for themselves.

Tuesday, 14 February 2023

Dispelling Autism Myths: My Autistic Quest for the Romantic Holy Grail

The power of love is a curious thing. Make a one man weep, make another man sing.” – The Power of Love, Back to the Future

And can you feel the love tonight? How it’s laid to rest? It’s enough to make kings and vagabonds believe the very best.” – Can You Feel the Love Tonight, The Lion King

The Holy Grail, the eucharistic cup of Christ that Arthur and his knights scoured the countryside in search of. By extension, the “Holy Grail” could refer to any object or endeavor that is difficult to obtain. Even the pursuit of romantic love. Since it’s Valentine’s Day, I thought I’d dispel a common myth about people on the autism spectrum: that we neither seek nor want romantic relationships or human companionship in general.

While this may be true for some individuals on the spectrum, the same could be said for other people as well. After all, those of us on the spectrum are just as diverse as anybody else. From my high school days to the present, I’ve known plenty of autistic folks who found romantic love. Each person on the spectrum is unique, so the following anecdotes on my quest for the romantic Holy Grail are based solely on my personal experiences.

I’ve observed that finding romantic love is akin to winning the jackpot at a casino: Lady Luck must deal you a good hand. Meet somebody single and of the same orientation you mesh with and are attracted to. This person must also reciprocate your feelings. Then, one of you must ask the other one out on a date. Hopefully, the date goes well, you both have chemistry, and your potential partner is a good match. If all criteria are met and the stars align, you may find romantic love.

Achieving all these variables could be challenging for anyone, but especially so when you have a learning disability that includes social anxiety and difficulty reading social cues. I’ve pursued the romantic Holy Grail since high school and came close to finding it a few times, but always missed the mark. However, it certainly wasn’t because I’m a “loner”, “antisocial”, or “incapable of forming human bonds”. I’m sick and tired of those labels.

Anyway, back to my story. I was attracted to a few girls in high school, but never worked up the courage to ask them out. Then, during my senior year, a girl asked me out. I was both surprised and elated. We made plans to see The Lord of the Rings together, but she stood me up outside the cinema after I’d bought the tickets. Not wanting to waste my money, I watched the film alone. The next day, she revealed she had a boyfriend and only asked me out to make him jealous following an argument. That really stung.

After my high school graduation, I tried my hand at Toronto’s clubbing scene with a couple of my buddies. I was about 19 or 20 at the time, so I was a bit braver back then. Unfortunately, I didn’t care for the experience, as the nightclubs were too loud, crowded, and crazy, while the drinks were super expensive. Also, the commute home was scary at that time of night, with so many sketchy characters out and about.

Over the years, whenever I met girls I meshed with and was attracted to, they usually already had boyfriends. If they were single, my difficulty reading social cues made it tricky to discern whether my feelings were reciprocated or not. In a few cases, I missed the body language indicating some girls’ mutual attraction, giving them the impression I wasn’t interested. Also, my fear of rejection was another hurdle that prevented me from asking girls out.

Now, there actually were a couple of girls who made their attraction known to me. It seemed like the stars had finally aligned…but it turned out to be a negative and scary experience. I finally had girls asking me out again, yet it was déjà vu, like that one time in high school, even worse. These were nightmare scenarios straight out of Fatal Attraction, minus the adultery, bodily harm, or boiled bunny. Two terrible and terrifying experiences that turned me off the idea of dating for quite awhile.

A few years after escaping from that horror movie, I met a girl at a party whom I worked up the courage to ask out. We went on a few dates, had dinner with my family, and I took her to expensive restaurants and bought her nice gifts. Things were going well…until she asked me to take her to the Canadian National Exhibition (CNE). As I was going to be out of town for a few days, I asked her if we could go when I got back. I never heard from her again. Like in high school, that really stung, and I needed another break from the pursuit of love.

When I finally felt ready to “put myself out there” again, I turned my attention to a free dating site, as I believed doing so would eliminate some of my autistic hurdles. I had some promising written conversations, but my social anxiety prevented me from talking via webcam, which in turn caused these prospects to fizzle out without materializing into dates. Still, I kept at it on the free dating site for a couple of years in the hope that romance might materialize.

Then, around the same time I got assaulted at a Toronto subway station, a girl who was new to the city sent me a message and we began writing back and forth. We meshed well and there seemed to be chemistry and the potential for a relationship. I’m always honest, so I told her upfront of my autism and social anxieties, and that I wasn’t quite ready to meet in person given my recent assault. She was totally fine with all this.

We wrote to each other for a couple of months and eventually went on a fun date exploring TO together. It went well, though I was still suffering PTSD from the assault, so I really wasn’t in the right headspace for dating and never got around to scheduling a second date. She ended up moving back to her province shortly after, though we remain friends.

As of writing, that was the last time I actively pursued the romantic Holy Grail. I’m glad it was a positive experience at a difficult time in my life that led to a new friendship. Despite my failed attempts at finding a girlfriend, I’m neither bitter nor regretful. Rather, I’m at peace and just focusing on being happy with myself, single or not. Also, if the toxicity oozing from 90 Day Fiancé has taught me anything, it’s that sometimes, single is better, hahaha.

I accept the social challenges that come with life on the spectrum and acknowledge I tried my best despite these hurdles. I take inspiration from my autistic brothers and sisters who found the romantic Holy Grail. They inspire me, especially in a world where we’re often told by society that we’re “incapable of love”. Bullshit.

Love must happen naturally. Even the late great Robin Williams’ Genie from Disney’s Aladdin couldn’t grant the wish of having people fall in love with each other. I still believe in true love and that there is indeed a Ms. Right for me somewhere out there (♪ beneath the pale moonlight ♫). After all, true love runs in my family across generations. I figure, I’ll find the romantic Holy Grail when God feels the time is right for me. “Qué será, será”, and such.

So, I hope I dispelled the myth that autistic people aren’t interested in romantic relationships or human companionship. It certainly wasn’t for a lack of wanting or trying on my part. To those of you with that special someone in your life, I wish you a very Happy Valentine’s Day. And, to those single folks like me, I wish you a very Happy Tuesday, hahaha. Love, peace, and chicken grease!

A sculpture comprised entirely of locks forms a large heart and the word “Love” on the side of an industrial building.

The romantic Holy Grail eludes me…for now.

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