I AM NOT FUCKING NORMAL!

I have NEVER felt so alienated in this lifetime by people who were supposed to be "like-minded". This is right up there with Tana lying to me.

(By the by…equating a cure to "genocide"? These people are insane!)


Jess: You have to understand Dayanara that destroying Autism would be, in fact, killing me. My body would be alive, but I as a person would cease to exist. Autism is who we are and it has it's ups and downs. Yes there are more severe cases of Autism than what I have, I'm only Level 1, but even those Autistics say that they don't want a cure either. Check out Amy Sequenzia. She is non-verbal and can not take care of herself, but she would never want to be any other way. To get rid of Autism would be to commit genocide. I will not say that I do not have really bad days, I do and they suck. Those bad days are okay though when compared to all the good that has resulted from my being Autistic. You compare it to anxiety disorders and depression. Those are no where near what Autism is. Autism is how your brain developes, our brains are wired differently than other peoples, it forms who we are. The other thing you have to realize is that I have never once met an Autistic that wants a cure. Not one. The only people who want it cured are the people that don't have it. Because we don't "suffer" from it. The only time I suffered from Autism was before I had started to learn about it and understand why things work differently for me than other people.

Cody: Does life suck with autism? Well there are good and bad days just like everyone else. Are we different, hell yes. Dayanara to destroy autism is to kill each and every one of us who have it. To plague us into believing that we are no good, and that we shouldn't exist. We are unique people with a diffrant perspective of life. Rather that simply destroying us because people who don't have it want us gone. This isn't like cancer or any other thing that needs to be destroyed. It's who we are, it's what we are. Autism is more than just a label, more than just an excuse to belittle others. It's how our brain is hard wired, it's how we function. If rather than destroying us, we could all learn how to work with one another, we all can grow and become someone much better. I've met others who have "disabilities" and they always live life to the fullest, always working harder than you "normal" people.

 

Me: I was going to leave quietly, but this is far, FAR too much.

 
One, I would never, EVER "check out" a woman that is so delusional as to accept her personal hell.
 
Second, Cody: HOW FUCKING DARE YOU SAY I'M "NORMAL". I AM NOT FUCKING NORMAL. I'VE NEVER BEEN NORMAL. ALL MY FUCKING LIFE, I'VE BEEN "ABNORMAL"!!! Thank you for throwing me into a giant, screaming tantrum like a two year old for the last fifteen minutes. I really appreciate it. I hate being 28, after all. (FUCK YOU!)
 
I have irritable bowel syndrome. When I have a job interview, I have to shit. I can't go on long car drives for fear of having a problem. I can't let anyone else drive anymore, for fear I'm going to have a problem. Is that normal?
 
I wanted to kill myself when I was twelve years old. I stayed away from medication most of my life, for fear of what it would do to me and my personality and my life. When I was little, boys would tease me because I was "weird" and say that I was going to be sent to a mental hospital. That was finally realized in 2011 when I checked myself into a hospital because I wanted to die. Is that normal to you? 'cause I don't think it is.
 
How about that same year, when I swore I was having heart problems and my parents blew it off? No one would talk to me, because they swore it was just "nerves" before starting a new job. I drove myself to the hospital CRYING because I was so scared and lonely. Turns out I was having the first–and most massive–of a week full of panic attacks, because I have panic disorder (without agoraphobia).
 
I have so many more things wrong with me (mentally) that I couldn't begin to commit them to paper.
 
But if you ever, EVER say that I am "normal" ever again, I swear to the gods I hold dear that I will reach through my computer screen and PUNCH YOUR FUCKING LIGHTS OUT!

The next person who has the fucking AUDACITY to tell me I'm "normal" will have their ass handed to them on a gilded platter.

 

Is that clear?

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