Autism every day

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I've been finding info on this video called Autism every day, it claims to show the "real" life of dealing with kids with autism. One of the mothers said that she thought about klling her autistic daughter and herself but didn't because she has a freaking neurotypical daughter as well. The video actually defended parents wanting to kill their autistic kids! And they call us sick? I'm really starting to hate these neurotypical morons who say they can speak for us just because their kid(s) is/are autistic.

Wow, that sounds really sad!

That gets me angry. How dare they.

That is sad!

In fact, I think I feel the same way because I've been having a lot of trouble communicating lately!

I don't want to hurt anyone, but I feel so bad when I fail to communicate the right way! My words just come out wrong.

I hate people like that. They make me want to scream.

Why do my words come out wrong so often?

Why does it happen to the best of us?

Wow what a self-centered narcasistic b***h that blonde was.

"Oh I didn't kill my bastard autistic child because I have a nomral one. That f*****g autistic child has ruind my life."

That c**t needs her overies removed.

Why do my words come out wrong?

Ok, thank you. I'll try not to worry about it as much!

THAT MOTHER!-(gets cut off)

There was a part of that video that made me feel dirty. It was the part, where that one mother cleaned her son up, in the living room, after he soiled himself, the second time that morning. The mother commented that she was hoping that she still wasn't changing nappies/diapers, when he's six. I hope she remembers that one, if she gets a bad head injury, or she ends up in a nursing home at an old age, and a nurse is changing her Depends'. That reminded me of the last accident that I've had of that sort, at the age of five. I was pretty much trained, some while before my fourth Birthday, but I did have isolated accidents, two, or three times a year, until that one night when I was too excited to feel the sensation that I needed to go. I won't go into any more detail. I was yelled at, by my mother for that, and "I'm a Loser" by The Beatles, was my favourite song, from than, until after I've gotten the help that I've needed to deal with my Depression, back in 1998. I've made so many mistakes between the time of my last smelly accident, until I've quit my Factory Job, and that's why I've felt that way.

I've also sang that song, the summer of 1987, that I was tormented, by my parents, for sounding like I was talking through my nose, as most Cockneys do, whenever that song came on the radio, but that's a whole different can of worms, all together. They were perfect, third generation Canadains, who wanted me to sound like my perfect, fourth generation Canadian, little sister and older cousins. I still gag, to this day, when I think about what I've gone through, the summer that I was twelve. No wonder I fell in love with the Routemaster.

I've fallen in love with that Bus and everything else to do with London, because of the two stories that I've typed, above.