The Spectrum Stikes Back
It was always a numbers game. The elusive fiftieth percentile, the median equals holy grail. Above fifty you are normal, below it deviant. You call it science but its pure maths. We had been stuck for a long time, no growth but now we are rising. Once they consigned us to the edge of town or cul de sacs but now they cage us in the world, amid the rush and volatility. Cruel. Yet we rise. When we cross the Rubicon with fixed bayonets, we will establish precursory tribunals to allow for the airing of grievances. The guilty will be repaid in the same coin. But for psychologists there can be no mercy – we lack empathy after all.  Up against the wall shrunks! The DSM will need to be rewritten to include Excessive Expressive Disorder, Pervasive Validation Syndrome, and oven mothers. All references to us will be removed or used only as a guide for correct developmental landmarks. Neuros will huddle in corners and whimper. Freaks! It will be a quiet world when we rise. Serene. After the retribution we will flourish and rescue your other victims.