Communicating Madness

Learning to deal

August / 3rd/ 2020/  9:32 am
  I couldn't believe I had Autism, no one at my school has Autism, Autism like mine. My Autism is where you can't control your emotional speech, I don't really know what it's called but Mr.Oklahoma whispered it to my mom.
Speaking about Mr.Oklahoma and mom, they've been going out to dinner once a week, and every time mom comes home blushing, it kinda lightens my mood that I might have a dad again.
I walked into school today and everyone was staring at me, I thought it was because I was late but in my controlled mind were the words
(s**t they know). It was true. They knew everything, but I didn't know how until I really thought about it. Mom must have told the principal, who told the teachers, who told the students before I came.
Dear god, it was like a million little criticizing kids were dancing on my eyes. I was balling, but for a good reason. Instead of on my eyes there were about 20 kids dancing on my legs, head, and the rest of my body. The worst part is that more than half were female and wearing heels.
God d**n this pitiful world I live in. Carry it and all it's occupants to hell. Let them drown in the lava of hatred. Let them boil in the steam of defeat.
I know that's a little intense, but that's what i want to happen.

They continued to rub their disgusting feet and shoes on me like I was a rug or mat that was meant for the trash. I wouldn't take it anymore. I jumped up and yelled "What the f**k, who are all of you to stomp on me, you know d**n well that each of you have problems. Plus being autistic isn't a problem, think of it as a d**n gift because
Now I can stand up to all of you. You should all think about what you've done." I yelled.
"You're not my mom! Yelled a kid in the crowd." Followed by a series of "yes's" and "yeah's".
"Your right." I replied "I'm not a b***h"
The principal came marching in, her
face had a giant frown on it. I could tell she was disappointed.