As a person recently diagnosed as autistic, fuck this shit.

I have been rejected, I had someone of my same sex try to kiss me when I went with a gay friend to a gay bar, and I suffered of a degree of frustration because I don’t know what the fuck is my gender.

And yet, I never thought for a second to kill someone, let alone with such violence.

This kind of narrative is the reason why I am afraid of telling people in real life that I am autistic, we are seen as either dangerous or weird, or both.