I am tired.
I am tired of proving my humanity.
I am tired of explaining to you why you shouldn’t treat your autistic kids like a zoo exhibit.
I am tired of hearing parents whine about what it’s like to care for an autistic kid.
I am tired of hearing how I should be more understanding and what about my parents – don’t I know that I probably made them want to kill themselves too?
I am tired of being mocked because I misunderstood.
I am tired of being insulted because I’m “lazy” for choosing a job that allows me to still be able to function at the end of the day, rather one that sends me into a panicked meltdown every day, even if I’m “wasting” my intelligence and college degree.
Forgive me if I’m not empathetic enough. Forgive me if I can’t be nice while you dehumanize me.
Maybe I’d be able to have more empathy if you’d stop putting your autistic kid’s photo or video of them melting down on the Internet. Maybe if you stopped comparing us to dogs and making jokes about putting us in a pen, well, I’d care about your feelings a lot more.