Most often I’m treated like I’m just part of the decor, like a fake potted plant or something (because a real one at least gets watered on a regular basis) - I might get some perfunctory notice at first, but after that, I may as well not even be there.
When I am noticed, I get treated like a child, yes. It seems that no matter what I do, there’s something that screams that there’s at least something “off” about me (don’t know what it might be), and people tend to assume it’s some sort of intellectual and/or developmental disorder (at least they’re right on the second one, but I don’t think it’s as severe as most people assume, I certainly don’t need to be treated like a child, certainly at least a teenager in most ways), and I think that’s why, because they assume I’m essentially a child in most ways regardless of what they think the cause is.
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Yet in my new wildness and freedom I almost welcome the bitterness of alienage. For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.
-H. P. Lovecraft, "The Outsider"