autism

i’ve seen a lot of autistic artists share their experience with autism through comics on social media, and although i know i can’t really speak for other people, it is kinda baffling to me how feeling different was something negative to most of them.

maybe i’m an outlier here, but even though i got a kind of late diagnosis, i’d always known i was different. i knew i was BETTER!! #shotsfired

in all seriousness, being constantly bullied for being autistic was eye opening to me, since it made me realize how little everyone else actually matters.

i don’t want to make too broad an statement but generally, bullying among girls works different than bullying among boys. i remember having an (actually diagnosed) autistic classmate who used to be constantly bullied, until he stood up and just beat up his bullies. girls aren’t usually granted that benefit. bullying among girls tends to be more insiduous than anything else, so the path of phyisical violence is usually one not taken. and in hindsight, i’m grateful for that. i had to learn how to defend myself in the way that i had to. and in the same way my classmate learned how to fight, i had to learn the art of psychological warfare.

i like being autistic. i like knowing that i am different (i.e. better) than allistic people. i didn’t need a diagnosis to know that my brain works different. i always knew their brains work incorrectly. am i being too conceited? maybe. or maybe i’m just being the right amount of conceited. maybe the overwhelming sense of solipsism that has followed me around since i was like 12 isn’t a bad thing, actually.

in conclusion, if your autism has ever made you feel in anyway less than allistic people, sorry, but that’s a skill issue.