growing up autistic / growing up gaslit
this is the first lesson you learn:
you are always wrong.
there is no electric hum buzzing through the air.
there is no stinging bite to the sweetness of the mango.
there is no bitter metallic tang to the water.
there is no cruelty in their laughter, no ambiguity in the instructions, no reason to be upset.
there is no bitter aftertaste to your sweet tea, nothing scratchy about your blanket.
the lamps glow steadily. they do not falter.
this is the second lesson you learn:
you are never right.
you are childish, gullible, overly prone to tears.
you are pedantic, combative, deliberately obtuse.
you are lazy, unreliable, never on time.
youâre always making up excuses, rudely interrupting, stepping on peopleâs shoes.
youâre always trying to get attention, never thinking about anyone else, selfish through and through.
itâs you thatâs the problem. the lamps are fine.
this is the third lesson you learn:
you must always give in.
mother knows best. father knows best.
doctor knows best. teacher knows best.
this is the proper path. do not go astray.
listen to your elders, respect your betters, accept whatâs given to you as your due.
bow to the wisdom of experience, the education of the professional, the clarity of an external point of view.
what do you know about lamps, anyway?
