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Them: "You don't look Autistic." "Wow, you must be really high functioning!" "My friend has kids with Autism, and you don't behave anything like them." Me: "Thanks, The years of bullying and abuse really paid off. I finally learned never to display my vulnerabilites. I learnt that others would be ashamed or uncomfortable of my differences, Try to take advantage of my disability. I suppose I should thank all those who thought it sport to hurt me, I now internalize, minimize, conceal Every difficulty. I have been taught to sacrifice my own health and well being For the sake of others ' needs to remain oblivious and prejudiced. Thank you for reminding me that All that hardwork and pain was worth it for you, Who can operate in this public space Unburdened by my challenges, Oblivious to my suffering. As a child, My skills were less finely honed. I had not yet developed the craft of invisibility. One might have guessed me Autistic, But the assumption was more often Some combination of naughty and lazy. Don't pretend to have sympathy for Autistic children when a comment Clearly shows it wasn't there. Let's be clear, too. High function means highly camouflaged, Easily forgotten, Lost under the cruelty of others. It does not mean low difficulty."
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
You Don't Look Autistic
Them: "You don't look Autistic." "Wow, you must be really high functioning!" "My friend has kids with Autism, and you don't behave anything like them." Me: "Thanks, The years of bullying and abuse really paid off. I finally learned never to display my vulnerabilites. I learnt that others would be ashamed or uncomfortable of my differences, Try to take advantage of my disability. I suppose I should thank all those who thought it sport to hurt me, I now internalize, minimize, conceal Every difficulty. I have been taught to sacrifice my own health and well being For the sake of others ' needs to remain oblivious and prejudiced. Thank you for reminding me that All that hardwork and pain was worth it for you, Who can operate in this public space Unburdened by my challenges, Oblivious to my suffering. As a child, My skills were less finely honed. I had not yet developed the craft of invisibility. One might have guessed me Autistic, But the assumption was more often Some combination of naughty and lazy. Don't pretend to have sympathy for Autistic children when a comment Clearly shows it wasn't there. Let's be clear, too. High function means highly camouflaged, Easily forgotten, Lost under the cruelty of others. It does not mean low difficulty."
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
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