An angry letter to autism
Dear "high functioning" Autism,
I am incredibly angry with you. I sick of your nonstop needs. I am
sick of being stuck inside this haze. Its because of you that I sit in
dark rooms bc your panic attacks make light, noise, and other people a
complete impossibility. Its because of YOU that I have to eat alone
because its impossible to hear others chewing without it scraping
against my f*****g ear drum. It's because of you that I never get what
people mean, can't follow stories, and never get jokes.
Although I cant prove it, I am certain that EVERY SINGLE visit to the
hospital from nonstop puking was related to you and your sh***y immune
system. Every day I wake up to you and your horrible allergies that
give me incredibly sore throats, itchy eyes, aching head. Even before
I get out of f*****g bed in the morning, there you are, making sure I
feel like crap.
Did I say morning? No that would require I go to sleep without tossing
and turning for 4 hours because YOU replay every f*****g audible
conversation from the day in my head like a f*****g boom box stuck on
repeat in my skull.
Every time I trip on nothing, or walk into walls like a f*****g
MORON, I know its because of you.
7th grade, and Freshman year of college, well who could deny that was
all YOU. So thanks for that.
You have managed to alienate me, humiliate me, and demonize me in
front of EVERY SINGLE PERSON I HAVE EVER LOVED. You have turned me
into a indomitable monster, a reckless force of destruction by eroding
every rational bone in my body. By slowly chipping away at my ability
to cope. You BREAK me, again and again like some sick rhythm.
You took language away from me when I was only 2. You replaced me with
some rocking, twitching, silent loner.
You made my parents feel like I never loved them because you hated
being touched. You hated being looked at. You hated affection.
and I can see why. You hate life. You hate scents, you hate sounds,
you hate movement, you hate sensation, you hate people, you hate food,
you hate it ALL. And worst, worst of all, you make me hate those
things. You make people think the monster is me. I wish you'd never
ever come into my life. I wish I could be me without the Constant
erosion.
Ever since I found out this monster is you, that your name is autism,
I have defended you. I have defended you to a fault. I have rallied
for you. Why? Why? Would I ever give you to someone who wasn't me? No.
Would I ever wish this on my worst enemy much less innocent babies
born every second? No. Do I just rally for you because I dont want to
be the only one? Because sickly misery loves company?
I wish I were the last of my breed, I wish this THING died with me. To
think I may one day inadvertently give you to one of my children
sickens me. To know that I can never get rid of you, to know that each
meltdown will NEVER be the last meltdown...ugh. Do you have any idea
how demoralizing that feels?