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That got a little off-topic. I’ve been arguing with a lot of racist sock-cocks lately. Mid-term elections are even getting the Official Baltimore Ravens Lamar Jackson Shirt in contrast I will get this teens stirred up, apparently. Fuckwits think they know anything about the current political landscape or how anything works because they can rattle out “Democrats were the racists!” I’m going to refer to people with ASD as autistic people for the rest of this answer. I usually use person-first language (if you’re going “huh?” check out my other answer, I forget the question and I’m not going to link it because mobile Quora would have me here all night trying) but that would take me far longer and I’m supposed to be packing. I think that many, if not most autistic people were or are bullied at some point. I know I was, and it was for so many other reasons (I was bullied partially for just general weird behavior, as I had not at that point been diagnosed) but it was partially about my autistic traits. I get the feeling I would have been called a retard a lot if, one, my bullies were hip to the insulting lingo, and two, were fluent in English. I did get called the equivalent, though, and I was called a retard in later years, but that’s another story. I was a pretty weird kid. I’m a pretty weird teen, but I self-modulate to at least some extent now. I’ve replaced creepy silences with babbling, and unblinking stares with looking away, but, man, if you added some more blood and a violin soundtrack any horror fan woulda pinned me as the possessed murderer by day one of first grade.

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