God-fucking-damnit.
FUCK my mother. Just. JESUS.
Okay, so, day-after-Thanksgiving washing up and cleaning. I was scrubbing a pot, and beside me my mother was rearranging the medicine cabinet. A box fell into the water, and I hesitated a second. Long enough for her to say, "Well, pick it up."
So I did. And then went back to scrubbing.
After about a minute, my mother turned to me and said, "Did you notice how slow your reaction time was?"
And, okay. I knew where that was going. So I studiously ignored her.
And she said, "Hey. HEY. Autistic kid."
And I said, "FUCK YOU." And then continued to studiously ignore her, because I couldn't stomp off, I had to finish the fucking dishes.
But.
Just, motherfucking fuck.
Okay, sorry, some context.
Okay, so, day-after-Thanksgiving washing up and cleaning. I was scrubbing a pot, and beside me my mother was rearranging the medicine cabinet. A box fell into the water, and I hesitated a second. Long enough for her to say, "Well, pick it up."
So I did. And then went back to scrubbing.
After about a minute, my mother turned to me and said, "Did you notice how slow your reaction time was?"
And, okay. I knew where that was going. So I studiously ignored her.
And she said, "Hey. HEY. Autistic kid."
And I said, "FUCK YOU." And then continued to studiously ignore her, because I couldn't stomp off, I had to finish the fucking dishes.
But.
Just, motherfucking fuck.
Okay, sorry, some context.