Trigger Warning: If it's related to oppression/dehumanization/abuse/murder of autistic people, it's probably in there.
Imagine that you knew beyond all shadow of a doubt that most people would abort rather than have a child like you, even many who think abortion is wrong.
Imagine that you knew that no one really saw you as fully human.
Imagine that you knew people like you were being tortured in an attempt to make them act less like you.
Imagine that you knew most people like you would be abused by people the world considers saints.
Imagine that you knew these "saints" would get away with it because simply dealing with you gave them the title.
Imagine that you knew your parents would, perhaps did, put you through risky and baseless treatments in an attempt to make you less like you.
Imagine that you knew that if your parents killed you, this would be seen as something that happened to them, that they would get the sympathy, that you would be erased from the story of your own murder.
Imagine that you knew the people who joked you had no soul weren't really joking.
Imagine that you knew people considered you incapable of emotion.
Imagine that you knew people dedicated their lives to making sure no one like you ever existed again.
Imagine that you knew people thought that you either stole their child from them or are what remains after their child was stolen.
Imagine that you knew people believed you couldn't understand what was said in front of you.
Imagine that you knew everyone like you was seen as inherently broken, inherently tragic.
Imagine that you knew no one cared what you wanted or thought should be done to help you.
Imagine that you knew the world wanted to replace you with a stranger in your body.
Imagine that you knew they finally found a way to detect people like you before they were born.
Imagine that you knew what that meant for people like you in the future.
Imagine that you knew what that meant for yourself as you grew older, that you would not meet others like you in younger generations.
Imagine that you knew the time limit this put on your fight for acceptance.
Imagine that you knew your words would be erased.
Imagine that you were like me, and tell me you wouldn't be afraid.
Imagine that you knew beyond all shadow of a doubt that most people would abort rather than have a child like you, even many who think abortion is wrong.
Imagine that you knew that no one really saw you as fully human.
Imagine that you knew people like you were being tortured in an attempt to make them act less like you.
Imagine that you knew most people like you would be abused by people the world considers saints.
Imagine that you knew these "saints" would get away with it because simply dealing with you gave them the title.
Imagine that you knew your parents would, perhaps did, put you through risky and baseless treatments in an attempt to make you less like you.
Imagine that you knew that if your parents killed you, this would be seen as something that happened to them, that they would get the sympathy, that you would be erased from the story of your own murder.
Imagine that you knew the people who joked you had no soul weren't really joking.
Imagine that you knew people considered you incapable of emotion.
Imagine that you knew people dedicated their lives to making sure no one like you ever existed again.
Imagine that you knew people thought that you either stole their child from them or are what remains after their child was stolen.
Imagine that you knew people believed you couldn't understand what was said in front of you.
Imagine that you knew everyone like you was seen as inherently broken, inherently tragic.
Imagine that you knew no one cared what you wanted or thought should be done to help you.
Imagine that you knew the world wanted to replace you with a stranger in your body.
Imagine that you knew they finally found a way to detect people like you before they were born.
Imagine that you knew what that meant for people like you in the future.
Imagine that you knew what that meant for yourself as you grew older, that you would not meet others like you in younger generations.
Imagine that you knew the time limit this put on your fight for acceptance.
Imagine that you knew your words would be erased.
Imagine that you were like me, and tell me you wouldn't be afraid.
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