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tl;dr:

Childfree accelerationists are theoretical accelerationists.

Families are practical accelerationists. Have always been.

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Came to vent.

So I am an accelerationist. Whenever I mention it on climate-related forums, I am guarranteed to get downvoted and rebuked.

But if you look at my carbon footprint, it's tiny, just necessary stuff, wifi, smartphone, fridge, electricity, smartphone, laptop, a couple of subscriptions, water boiler. I don't even have many gadgets. Do wireless headphones count as such?

I have no car, no AC. I don't even produce much municipal waste. I carry around plastic bags and reuse carton packages for note-taking.

I am an Environmental Saint!

All my accelerationism is purely theoretical and just wishful thinking.

Now, the real drivers of accelerationism - the practitioners - are parents. The people who produce surplus of future adults who will use 2-6k of diapers in the first year of their innocent lives before they get potty-trained.

Those get upvotes, sympathy, empathy, praise, encouragement, digital foot massages and such.

And don't start with "Bbbbut parents in the 3rd world are environmentally sustainable!"

I am in the third world as well. So, i hope it should neutralize the charge.

Yeah, I mean, it's a blissful society.

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tl;dr Share your stories of remarkable or deeply misunderstood schizoid-coded people in your life

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Did you notice people in your environment whom normies conveniently labeled as an "arrogant pr*ck" - but you looked at them and thought "It's not that simple, could also be either a fellow SzPD or autistic"?

My father had such an encounter back in the 80s at he uni, it was still Soviet Union. He studied construction engineering and the toughest subject, decidedly, was Material resistance. Only like 5 people from the whole cohort grasped the subject, among them my father. Though he wasn't the best, he still struggled and earned mark 3 out of 5.

But there was this guy, let's call him S. - he solved problems so smoothly, it took him several minutes of concentration and scribbling - and he gave a clean result each time. He got a questionless 5.

S. both fascinated my father and gave him a mild narcissistic injury (lol). He was seen as arrogant and weird by normie group.

S. was aloof, didn't mingle with others. Rarely smiled and even that smile looked awkward and forced. It didn’t help that S. was good-looking - heck, outright gorgeous - blonde, tall, well-built. My father filed him under "a possible n*zi-symphathizer."

It was only this year, after i learned more nuance about autism and SzPD, when i asked my father to reiterate memory pieces involving S.

It fit like a glove:

- S. didn't socialize, but wasn’t awkward or anxious - just very self-contained and bored

- when someone addressed him, he looked at them as if he knew beforehand what they were gonna ask

- he scribbled and sketched weird constructions in his notebook. When someone tried to snoop over his shoulder, S. would calmly cover the doodle with his palm.

- it was funny how S. only borrowed notes from my dad, because they were scrupulous, accurate and color-coded. S. once tried to borrow from somebody else - opened the notebook, looked through a couple of pages, closed the notebook and handed it back to the owner. Because he would rather go without.

- whenever lessons ended, S. never lingered - he would head off without ceremonies

- he smoked with others, but never drank

- he always looked neat and clean, but not flashy

- even his voice sounded robotic

The only time he had ever initiated a conversation, he uttered, "To think of it... Root crops absorb huge volumes of nitrates, it's unbelievable," and quickly shut up.

My father expected S. to build a glorious career, become a foreman, rake in money. But no, years after graduation, they bumped into each other in a cafeteria, S. wore worker robes, turns out he was providing house renovations - nothing shameful, just an occupation way below his intellectual caliber.

All that led me to think he wasn't an arrogant asshole - just crudely mislabeled and misunderstood.

I am an only child. Up until I was 12, I was raised in the company of adults - paternal grandparents, my father, and, rarely, my mother.

Naturally, i had long periods of solitude and had to improvise entertainment for myself when adults were busy.

What about you guys? Those with siblings, how have your relationships evolved into adulthood?