J. E. LaCaze has some curious musings on privilege in the context of the social distancing measures enacted during the ongoing SARS-CoV-2 pandemic that challenge my notions of privilege; perhaps “complicate” is a better word.

Before the order for social distancing, I saw routine as a necessity. But now I see that in some ways routine is a privilege. After all, to establish a routine is to assume that catastrophe will not come along and disrupt said routine. It is to assume at least a semblance of stability, something we now see none of us can take for granted.

I can’t speak for LaCaze or anyone else but my routines generally are a necessity; my brain needs them in order to remain properly functional. In fact, my routines do not “assume that catastrophe will not come along” they assume the very opposite — and that’s before we ever gert to the fact that some events which others might view as (excuse me) routine everyday crises could strike my autistic brain in fact as a catastrophe.

That “semblance of stability” to which LaCaze refers is a quasi-fiction required in order for me to be able to function on a day-to-day basis. To think that routine somehow stands revealed as a dispoable thing, that’s the real privilege.

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