Hell is other people. Hell is awareness without understanding. Instead of trying to convince me I am a horrible unempathetic (a load of shit, btw) half-human for not being willing to forgive truly shitty things and for not supporting the WAAAAH MY KID IS BROKEN pity party, let's talk about being an autistic adult in the world that this attitude has created.
Let's start with a school which shall remain nameless. A teacher who shall remain nameless, who was all for me taking his indoor climbing class, knowing I have epilepsy. Then the A-word comes up and he's all "cannot understand risk" and "would be better suited to a yoga class". Yeah no. I don't like yoga. I like high places and getting to use my muscles. I evaluate risk for a living, except without time to think about it. I WAS A HIGH LEVEL GYMNAST AND THIS IS A COMMUNITY COLLEGE CLIMBING CLASS. It is well within my capabilities thank you very fucking much.
Or let's talk about disability services at the school, who argument-from-tone'd me after not listening to me at all, just this teacher. Or the deans who suggested I don't belong in college at all because I am autistic. Citing my GPA would just be ridiculous, given that it's very high, so let's go with ILLEGAL DISABILITY DISCRIMINATION WOOHOO. Or all involved telling people all about my neurology without verbal permission, much less the written consent they legally need to get.
Or let's talk about the never ending "yes, your strobe on your camera is a strobe light too. Yes, it can cause seizures. Yes, it's a dick move to 'forget' to turn it off. Yes, I have as much right to be in public as anyone else" battle. Or let's talk about the event photographer who shoved my friend and aggressively multiflashed in my face, because he takes pictures for money and therefore the rule did not apply to him.
Or let's talk about the bikers who say they're willing to take the risk of MY having a seizure from their strobes because epileptic people don't drive, right? So who really cares?
Or let's talk about the fucker at a pizza place some friends and I go to regularly who said that if the (nonessential to the venue) music choice was a seizure causing problem, we can all just leave. We have thrown paper airplanes and cupcakes and done awful ballet and lindy hopped and built forts in this damn restaurant but OMG NOT TEH BRAIN DIFFERENCES NOOOOOOOOOOOO. Everyone else who goes there might catch it and that'd be a travesty!
Or we can talk about how nothing is ever easy because people make it hard when it doesn't have to be, and when I express frustration it's because who I am is apparently incomplete and not a really real person, but if my parents (who by the way are poor excuses for human beings) were to express frustration about me, or tried to use my neurotype as a reason for being poor excuses for human beings, would get loveyhugs and sympathy. Because they are real people. And I am not.
(there's all the regular stress too--finals, projects before finals, work, med changes, etc. Usually it's tolerable. Now? Not so much. THANKS, AWARENESS!)