I hate being autistic. Our host asked our mom to get us a cooling blanket for our birthday, and within 5 minutes of receiving it we had to ask if she could get a refund because the texture was horible. The worst part is that it was so nice to have something that was cooling, but it caused me to feel like my skin was crawling when I touched it. Now I feel guilty about having it returned since it was, like I said, less than 5 minutes after we got the package.
We got nothing "good" from autism. We got an inability to form connections with most people. We got texture sensitivitys that have been ignored all our life because our parents refuse to beleive anything is "wrong" with us. We got the ability to mask so well we think we're faking when we let ourselves unmask and just be us. We got the inability to tell when someone is upset with us unless they explicitly say it or are yelling at us. We got nothing but bullshit. Our special interests? Fucking, Undertale and sex. Why couldnt we get the kind of autism where we are extremely good at math or extremely smart with computers or just the kind where we're good at ANYTHING!
Why did we have to be like this. Why. This is ridiculous and its no fucking wonder why we're a fucking disappointment to our family. Why we cant do anything with our fucking life. I hate it here. I hate being in this body. I hate being disabled. I hate being traumatized. I hate everything about our life. Fuck.