An Autist’s Response
Stop Talking About It, You Idiot Woman
What this girl said is the biggest load of nonsense I’ve seen on the internet since mothers were popping Tylenol like crazy ‘in the name of science.’
In 2005, the legendary Morgan Freeman gave an epic answer to Mike Wallace when he tried to ask this disgusting question: “How are we going to get rid of racism until...?”
Then Morgan Freeman, with every right, interrupted him, responding, ironically, something like: “Stop talking about it. WHITE MAN.”
As a 46-year-old woman with ADHD and a late diagnosis of level 2 autism, I’m going to start my long response to this big piece of garbage with: STOP TALKING ABOUT IT. YOU IDIOT WOMAN!
And from now on, you’re going to see how an autistic person reacts to garbage of this magnitude.
Just as Mike Wallace knew nothing about ‘being Black’ and Morgan Freeman didn’t need (or ask) anyone to speak for him, you, Caroline, demonstrably know absolutely nothing about autism. I have no idea who you are and I don’t want to know, but if you’re a therapist, I certainly wouldn’t be a client of yours.
If you had a minimum of knowledge about autism, you should know that a lack of logic (or just plain stupidity) is a huge trigger. I sincerely hope you read this. Now you will receive the answer you deserve, with all the logic of an autistic person!
I AM AUTISTIC, and to me, you are a huge RETARD! I was diagnosed late, and when I found out, I stayed locked in my room for over a month without talking to anyone. I realized I never had a normal life and no matter what I did, I never would! To me, being autistic is sh*t and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.
Ask any autistic person what they would give to be fixed. I WAS BORN BROKEN! Many times I do things that make me feel like such a horrible person. On Friday, my husband came home from a trip; he stopped halfway just to pick up a fish I love, but there was no fruit sauce, so he got chili pepper sauce. You know what I did? I ACTED LIKE SOME WOKE FEMINIST IDIOT! I said I hated the fish, I hated him, I called him fat, and I smoked a pack of cigarettes. What virtue is that? I AM A HORRIBLE PERSON!!! CELEBRATE MY STUPIDITY? I should be condemned to have my breasts cut off and my hair dyed rainbow colors in a life sentence of terrians. YES! I NEED TO BE FIXED! I HATE BEING AUTISTIC!
If you think autism doesn’t need to be corrected or eliminated, tell that to Mark Zuckerberg: he deleted all my Facebook and Instagram accounts. You know why? Basic biology! No one could convince me that there are 1,534 genders, that it’s normal for people to wake up thinking they’re animals, or that it was humiliating to wash my husband’s underwear while he works his whole life to support our family. Things you must think are normal, such as castrating little children and dressing them up as clowns from a horror movie. Thankfully! I could be in Papuda (prison) today, instead of being here, in my beloved Argentina.
As for being controlled, tell that to the postman who sued me because, due to his pure carelessness, I was without my methylphenidate, which I’ve been taking since I was 15 and whose prescription my psychiatrist used to send by mail, for over a week. And he even called me crazy. Well, I lost control; it was horrible, one of my worst meltdowns. He must still be trying to serve me papers to this day. Good luck to him; let him look for me in what’s left under the rubble of the Rio Grande do Sul flood. No, no! Don’t feel sorry for me, I hate being pitied. Besides, I’m doing great here in Argentina, and you’re there in that sh*thole country — I guess you are, right, given the level of nonsense you spoke.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t the first time someone sued me for my impulsivity. I said impulsivity! I’m not aggressive. I’m gaúcha! To me, a man is a man and a woman is a woman. And a man who dresses like a woman is a f*ggot! You got it, right? Tell that “being” who sued me that I don’t need to control myself. I would love to be able to control myself, but I can’t, so, a long time ago, I chose to stop having social interaction. And I only speak on the internet today because I live in the middle of nowhere in Argentina. If people get offended by words, that’s their problem. My beloved president, Javier Milei, said it’s our duty to speak the truth to people’s faces, and that it really hurts. We autistics can’t lie, so I speak my mind!
‘Accept’ — well, my dear, what’s the other option? You don’t get to decide! When you receive an autism diagnosis, you accept it because it hurts less, but that doesn’t stop you from spending your whole life looking for a cure. But you do have the option to shut your mouth and not talk shit!
‘Valued and Honored’ — do you by any chance think autism is a virtue? No, virtues are in the Bible; autism is in a book of mental illnesses. I have an incurable mental disability and I state with the absolute certainty that there is no honor in flaunting a colored lanyard with a puzzle piece on it to jump the line at a crowded supermarket, especially since that line is always the most packed.
Now ‘Celebration’ — oh, my girl, that was the worst. Autistics HATE celebrations. We are hypersensitive to noise and hate crowded places where people touch us without permission. Because if they asked, we’d say no. I, for example, have germ OCD; sometimes I feel awkward and then I’m like a crazy person uncontrollably cleaning and washing my hands non-stop.
So, the next time you want to speak for someone, speak for your minority, speak for the idiots!