I don't get it. Some people made us and now we are alive. Like thanks mom for making me autistic. All my life (and probably many of your live) I've struggled with it. I never felt fully loved nor liked, nobody taught me how not to hate me for my autism. I'm pretty sure that no one will love me truly. I'm tired of being on the wrong planet on which everything is cold and weird and hard. I'm tired of playing my socially accetable role. So I am asking. What's the point of being born autistic, just to suffer? to hear like all your family tells you that you will never achieve something, to be laughed at on the streets of your hometown?