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Foot Binding And Autism

OkRad

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I look at my autism like foot binding. I had an existence when I was born. Then the NTs came and bound me up so tightly.

Now, it's too late to unravel this. It's like looking at feet that were all bound up and are now shriveled and useless but served the purpose being subservient.

I became a tool of the NTs to make them feel superior and made me smile and communicate in ways I did want to. They led me to believe it was for my own good.

Then I realized I can never leave the room or run away from them. They are my masters.

I try to get back what I had, how my mind worked. I try to stop talking to them, but they get in my presence and I start again, fake smile, fake talk, being their servants.

I can only stare out this window with bound feet and wonder what my life could have been. There is no going anywhere now.
 
I'm sure you can regain at least some of your freedom. Of course there are times when it's better to pass as NT, but outside of that, can't you do anything to be yourself? I'm sure you can find happiness and freedom someday. Fight hard!
 
How about you stop being fake? If people don't accept you for who you are, remember you're in good company here; I see a lack of acceptance on people's faces a lot (must be they see me as different) and I think 'screw 'em' because I am who I am. I was made this way, and I know it sounds trite, but G-d don't make junk, and that applies to you, too. Your wings have been clipped, and right now maybe you can't fly, but the feathers will grow out if you let them, and then everybody can stand back and marvel at who you really are.
 

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