autism gothic

stimmyabby:

You are in a room full of people who all look the same. Where are you? How did you get here?

You are suffering, they tell you. You are living a life worse than death and apparently you are the only one who doesn’t notice.

A stranger turns to your father and asks, “Is she okay?” A doctor turns to your mother and asks, “Does he have a headache?” Are you invisible? Can your parents read your mind?

The creature tells you to look at his eyes. Come on, do it. Come on. When you do you feel a flash of lightning. The world distorts. You are turned to stone.

There are fluorescent lights. They are harmless, people tell you. They do not see the true evil.