-7
I hate my personality. I hate autism. My husband keeps encouraging me to be myself, and then getting mad over what happens.
I don't mean to be mean, but who the f**k does he think I am???
No personality is best for me. Aspie girl washee dishes. Aspie girl mow yald. Aspie girl jus workee. No think, no talkee. Aspie girl boom-boom number one, f**k you long time.
I hate autism. I hate myself, I hate learning to like myself, and I just want to die. Not suicide. Go to bed and never wake up. Sudden cardiac arrest runs in my family. Wish it would stop by my house.
_________________
"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"