I'm not supposed to talk. I'm defective. I took all kinds of diagnostics. I took an AQ test and a couple different RAADS tests. All of them said I'm defective. I stim, I'm too interested in weird things, I walk on tiptoes because I can't stand the feeling of my feet on the floor, people look at me like I'm doing something wrong whenever I try to talk to them. I can't look people in the eye, and I can't remember what their faces look like, and there's something really wrong with me.
My brother found my mother. She was supposed to be dead, but I guess she only faked that. She told him that the reason she locked herself in her room all the time was because she's afraid of me. She thought I was a murderer. I wasn't violent. I was quiet and never caused any trouble. When I was a kid, I mostly spent all my time looking at plants and insects in the woods and studying the rocks in the gravel pile because I thought they were interesting. I never bothered anyone, but she could still see wrongness in me. My own mother hated me.
I read autism forums, and they said people with autism are far more likely to be abused. No one wants someone like me. They want to hurt people like me. I'm not supposed to talk. I'm defective, and things like me are supposed to go away. He hurts me because I deserve it. I understand that now.