Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypal social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in and not really break character infront of normies because I had to stick up for them.

The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them were just that out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they probably didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass and knew when I was the punchline of someone else's joke and not IN on it. I grew up in the ghetto - many of the others grew up in cushy, coddled places where they could rattle off about their pokemon fixation with neigh impunity and were totally unprepared for the fuckedness of the social hierachies outside of gradeschool.

You smash an autistic kid's head into a wall and everyone fucking laughs. It's perfectly fine seemingly. No one cares about you. You don't have that "it" to them and probably never will.

I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized/familial care.

Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be fully understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine, post-soviet countries have been very kind and I feel at no deficit among them.

Now, does it hurt to pretend to be normal? Compared to what I might have been if I had no leash on my interests, haha, no. No I would have gotten it so much worse.

Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypal social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in and not really break character infront of normies because I had to stick up for them.

The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them were just that out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they probably didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass and knew when I was the punchline of someone else's joke and not IN on it. I grew up in the ghetto - many of the others grew up in cushy, coddled places where they could rattle off about their pokemon fixation with neigh impunity and were totally unprepared for the fuckedness of the social hierachies outside of gradeschool.

You smash an autistic kid's head into a wall and everyone fucking laughs. It's perfectly fine seemingly. No one cares about you. You don't have that "it" to them and probably never will.

I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized/familial care.

Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be fully understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine, post-soviet countries have been very kind and I feel no deficit among them.

Now, does it hurt to pretend to be normal? Compared to what I might have been if I had no leash on my interests, haha, no. No I would have gotten it so much worse.

Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypal social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in and not really break character infront of normies because I had to stick up for them.

The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them were just that out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they probably didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass and knew when I was the punchline of someone else's joke and not IN on it. I grew up in the ghetto - many of the others grew up in cushy, coddled places where they could rattle off about their pokemon fixation with neigh impunity and were totally unprepared for the fuckedness of the social hierachies outside of gradeschool.

You smash an autistic kid's head into a wall and everyone fucking laughs. It's perfectly fine seemingly. No one cares about you. You don't have that "it" to them and probably never will.

I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized/familial care.

Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine, post-soviet countries have been very kind and I feel no deficit among them.

Now, does it hurt to pretend to be normal? Compared to what I might have been if I had no leash on my interests, haha, no. No I would have gotten it so much worse.

Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypal social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in and not really break character infront of normies because I had to stick up for them.

The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them were just that out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they probably didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass and knew when I was the punchline of someone else's joke and not IN on it. I grew up in the ghetto - many of the others grew up in cushy, coddled places and were totally unprepared for the fuckedness of the social hierachies outside of gradeschool.

You smash an autistic kid's head into a wall and everyone fucking laughs. It's perfectly fine seemingly. No one cares about you. You don't have that "it" to them and probably never will.

I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized/familial care.

Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine, post-soviet countries have been very kind and I feel no deficit among them.

Now, does it hurt to pretend to be normal? Compared to what I might have been if I had no leash on my interests, haha, no. No I would have gotten it so much worse.

Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypal social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in and not really break character infront of normies because I had to stick up for them.

The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them were just that out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they probably didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass and knew when I was the punchline of someone else's joke and not IN on it. I grew up in the ghetto - many of the others grew up in cushy, coddled places and were totally unprepared for the fuckedness of the higher social hierachies.

You smash an autistic kid's head into a wall and everyone fucking laughs. It's perfectly fine seemingly. No one cares about you. You don't have that "it" to them and probably never will.

I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized/familial care.

Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine, post-soviet countries have been very kind and I feel no deficit among them.

Now, does it hurt to pretend to be normal? Compared to what I might have been if I had no leash on my interests, haha, no. No I would have gotten it so much worse.

Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypal social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in and not really break character infront of normies because I had to stick up for them.

The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them were just that out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they probably didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass and knew when I was the punchline of someone else's joke and not IN on it. I grew up in the ghetto - many of the others grew up in cushy, coddled places and were totally unprepared for the fuckedness of the higher social hierachies.

You smash an autistic kid's head into a wall and everyone fucking laughs. It's perfectly fine seemingly. No one cares about you. You don't have that "it" and probably never will.

I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized/familial care.

Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine, post-soviet countries have been very kind and I feel no deficit among them.

Now, does it hurt to pretend to be normal? Compared to what I might have been if I had no leash on my interests, haha, no. No I would have gotten it so much worse.

Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypal social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in and not really break character infront of normies because I had to stick up for them.

The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them were just that out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they probably didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass and knew when I was the punchline of someone else's joke and not IN on it. I grew up in the ghetto - many of the others grew up in cushy, coddled places and were totally unprepared for the fuckedness of the higher social hierachies.

You smash an autistic kid's head into a wall and everyone fucking laughs. No one cares about you.

I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized/familial care.

Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine, post-soviet countries have been very kind and I feel no deficit among them.

Now, does it hurt to pretend to be normal? Compared to what I might have been if I had no leash on my interests, haha, no. No I would have gotten it so much worse.

Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypal social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in and not really break character infront of normies because I had to stick up for them.

The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them were just that out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they probably didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass and knew when I was the punchline of someone else's joke and not IN on it. I grew up in the ghetto - many of the others grew up in cushy, coddled places and were totally unprepared for the fuckedness of the higher social hierachies.

I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized/familial care.

Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine, post-soviet countries have been very kind and I feel no deficit among them.

Now, does it hurt to pretend to be normal? Compared to what I might have been if I had no leash on my interests, haha, no. No I would have gotten it so much worse.

Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypal social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in and not really break character infront of normies because I had to stick up for them.

The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them were just that out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they probably didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass an knew when I was the punchline of someone else's joke and not IN on it. I grew up in the ghetto - many of the others grew up in cushy, coddled places and were totally unprepared for the fuckedness of the higher social hierachies.

I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized/familial care.

Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine, post-soviet countries have been very kind and I feel no deficit among them.

Now, does it hurt to pretend to be normal? Compared to what I might have been if I had no leash on my interests, haha, no. No I would have gotten it so much worse.

Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypal social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in and not really break character infront of normies because I had to stick up for them.

The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them were just that out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they probably didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass and to know when I was the punchline of someone else's joke and not IN on it. I grew up in the ghetto - many of the others grew up in cushy, coddled places and were totally unprepared for the fuckedness of the higher social hierachies.

I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized/familial care.

Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine, post-soviet countries have been very kind and I feel no deficit among them.

Now, does it hurt to pretend to be normal? Compared to what I might have been if I had no leash on my interests, haha, no. No I would have gotten it so much worse.

Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypal social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in and not really break character infront of normies because I had to stick up for them.

The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them were just that out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they probably didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass and to know when I was the punchline of someone else's joke and not IN on it. I grew up in the ghetto - many of the others grew up in cushy, coddled places and were totally unprepared for the fuckedness of the higher social hierachies.

I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized/familial care.

Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine. Heh

Now, does it hurt to pretend to be normal? Compared to what I might have been if I had no leash on my interests, haha, no. No I would have gotten it so much worse.

Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypal social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in and not really break character infront of normies because I had to stick up for them.

The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them were just that out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they probably didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass and to know when I was the punchline of someone else's joke and not IN on it. I grew up in the ghetto - many of the others grew up in cushy, coddled places and were totally unprepared for the fuckedness of the higher social hierachies.

I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized care.

Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine. Heh

Now, does it hurt to pretend to be normal? Compared to what I might have been if I had no leash on my interests, haha, no. No I would have gotten it so much worse.

Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypal social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in and not really break character infront of normies because I had to stick up for them.

The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them were just that out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they probably didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass and to know when I was the punchline of someone else's joke and not IN on it. I grew up in the ghetto, many of the others grew up in cushy, coddled places and were totally unprepared for the fuckedness of older social hierachies.

I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized care.

Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine. Heh

Now, does it hurt to pretend to be normal? Compared to what I might have been if I had no leash on my interests, haha, no. No I would have gotten it so much worse.

Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypal social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in and not really break character infront of normies because I had to stick up for them.

The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them were just that out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they probably didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass and to know when I was the punchline of someone else's joke and not IN on it.

I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized care.

Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine. Heh

Now, does it hurt to pretend to be normal? Compared to what I might have been if I had no leash on my interests, haha, no. No I would have gotten it so much worse.

Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypal social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in and not really break character infront of normies because I had to stick up for them.

The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them were just that out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they probably didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass and to know when I was the punchline of someone's joke and no IN on it.

I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized care.

Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine. Heh

Now, does it hurt to pretend to be normal? Compared to what I might have been if I had no leash on my interests, haha, no. No I would have gotten it so much worse.

Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypal social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in and not really break character infront of normies because I had to stick up for them.

The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them were just that out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they probably didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass and to know when I was the punchline of someone's joke.

I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized care.

Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine. Heh

Now, does it hurt to pretend to be normal? Compared to what I might have been if I had no leash on my interests, haha, no. No I would have gotten it so much worse.

Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypal social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in and not really break character infront of normies because I had to stick up for them.

The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them were just that out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they probably didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass.

I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized care.

Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine. Heh

Now, does it hurt to pretend to be normal? Compared to what I might have been if I had no leash on my interests, haha, no. No I would have gotten it so much worse.

Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypal social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in and not really break character infront of normies because I had to stick up for them.

The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them were just that out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass.

I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized care.

Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine. Heh

Now, does it hurt to pretend to be normal? Compared to what I might have been if I had no leash on my interests, haha, no. No I would have gotten it so much worse.

Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypal social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in and not really break character infront of normies because I had to stick up for them.

The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them were just that out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass.

I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized care.

Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine. Heh

Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypal social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in because I had to stick up for them.

The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them were just that out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass.

I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized care.

Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine. Heh

Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypal social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in because I had to stick up for them.

The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them are just out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass.

I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized care.

Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine. Heh

Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypal social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in because I had to stick up for them.

The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them are just out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass.

I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized care.

Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine.

Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypical social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in because I had to stick up for them.

The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them are just out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass.

I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized care.

Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine.

Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypical social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in because I had to stick up for them.

The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them are just out there.

I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized care.

Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine.