Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is an intriguing guy...[he] asks great questions and answers others with style, flair, reason and wit. On the blogroll he goes. Make him a part of your regular blogospheric reading. I certainly will.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Common Sense Junction: Misha @ Anti-Idiotarian never ceases to amaze me. He keeps finding other good blogs. I went over to A.I. this morning for my daily Misha fix and he had found this guy named Morgan Freeberg in Fair Oaks, California, that has a blog, House of Eratosthenes. Freeberg says its "The Blog That Nobody Reads" but it may now become the blog that everybody reads.
Jaded Haven: Good God, Morgan, you cover a topic from front to back with a screwy thoroughness I find mind boggling. I'm in awe of your thought proccesses, my friend, you're an exceptional talent. You start by throwing in the kitchen sink, tie in someone's syphilitic uncle, bend around a rip tide of brilliance and bring it all home in a neat, diamond dripping package of an exceptionally readable moment of damn fine wordsmithing. I love reading you.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
Philmon: When Morgan meanders, stick with him - he's got a point and it'll be worth it in the end. He's not a hit-and-run snarky quip kind of guy. The pieces all fall into place like tumblers in a lock and bang! He's opened a cognative door for you.
Rightlinx: Morgan at House of Eratosthenes is one of the best writers out there. I read him nearly every day because he manages to provide an interesting perspective, even though I don't always agree.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Between ADD, ADHD and forms of autism, that because of supposed advanced diagnosis, we are discovering that tens of thousands of children have medical conditions that, when we were kids, would have just been chalked up to a kid being a little ‘different’.
One condition, called Asperger Syndrome, is sold as a mild form of autism. Yet, in a publication (PDF) by the Yale Child Study Center, it is described as “a severe developmental disorder characterized by major difficulties in social interaction, and restricted and unusual patterns of interest and behavior.”
A website devoted to Aspergers states that “many in the field believe that there is no clear boundary separating [Asperger Syndrome] from children who are ‘normal but different.'”
The Yale study goes on to say, in describing a diagnosis: “The actual diagnostic assignment should be the final step in the evaluation. Labels are necessary in order to secure services and guarantee a level of sophistication in addressing the child’s needs. The assignment of a label, however, should be done in a thoughtful way, so as to minimize stigmatization and avoid unwarranted assumptions. Every child is different.”
I’ve been noticing a few other things about this whole thing.
As a parent myself, I know a lot of other parents roughly my age whose kids are roughly my son’s age. Everybody I know, personally knows at least one other person, whose kid has been “diagnosed” with something. Everyone has a story. There seems to be a “two degrees of separation rule” at work and when you think about the mathematics involved in two-degrees…you know, that is a lot of kids. Lots and lots of kids. A huge chunk outta all of ’em. Like, we should be out looking for the enormous radioactive meteorite responsible for messing up all these kids, it’s gotta exist somewhere. That — or, maybe it’s the “normal” kids who are screwed up. It’s getting to the point where the non-screwed-up kids are on the brink of being outnumbered.
I also notice something about this word “diagnose.” It is used as such a concretely objective verb…like, you could be a reasonable skeptic about a kid having whatever-it-iz, right up until the kid is “diagnosed” and then you can’t disagree without being just a whackadoodle. As in, last year, little Tommy wasn’t “diagnosed” — he died. Nobody but a crazy person would insist Tommy is still alive, when he obviously isn’t. Like that.
And yet this Yale study…it seems to be giving instruction in how to form an opinion…which is my conventional understanding of what a diagnosis is. Even after it’s formed, you can still sensibly disagree with it, am I right?
Seems we’re losing track of that. We still have folks running around using it to describe some hard, undeniable event, like cutting the umbilical cord, or losing a tooth, or death. “Two years ago, my son was diagnosed with…”
A third thing I notice is captured in Thing I Know #179: Children seem to be “diagnosed” with lots of things lately. It has become customary for at least one of their parents to be somehow “enthusiastic” about said diagnosis, sometimes even confessing to having requested or demanded the diagnosis. Said parent is invariably female. Said child is invariably male. The lopsided gender trend is curious, and so is the spectacle of parents ordering diagnoses for their children, like pizzas or textbooks.
Where are all the little girls being diagnosed with things? How come the population of screwed-up kids seems to be so overwhelmingly male? Come to think of it, where are the stats about all the kids being diagnosed with this-thing or that-thing, so that such gender ratios are available to us unwashed masses for extrapolation?
What’s up with these crusading parents who are pushing to have their kids diagnosed with these things? How come it’s thought to be in good harmony with professional ethics, to even listen to them? And where are the dads? How come all these parents pushing the docs to diagnose their kids, and talking and talking and talking about the diagnosis thereafter…how come they’re almost always mothers?
Gee, if I didn’t know better I’d say the moms nowadays were confused about how to relate to their little boys — unable to cope with the tidal wave of energy that every grown man knows is charging through every cell of a young boy’s body, having once been at that age himself. If I didn’t know better, I’d say we have an unexplored gender thing going on…wherein medicine is being used to shoehorn the complicated psyche of a budding male, into a simpler form that a female can understand, in ways nobody ever said she was supposed to be able to. I mean, that’s what I would think…if I didn’t know better.
But, eh, come to think of it I do know better. I’m personally involved in some of this stuff, and I’m sad to say what’s written above makes perfect sense.
We can only speculate about whether it is even so, essentially arguing in a vacuum about it…until someone provides the statistics I commented that I would like to have.
Rather curious that nobody’s done so, isn’t it? I mean, y’know…since we’re all supposed to be so worried about it and everything.
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