I Am Not Defective

For those of you have seen the South Park series, you will know this picture from the episode Up The Down Steroid where Cartman pretends to be mentally disabled to win a $1000 (which he fails of course) in the Special Olympics, while Jimmy takes steroids to up his game. Jimmy finds out that Cartman cheated, but at the same time realized that he cheated himself at the many events and renounces his medal, hoping to complete with honor the next time around.

While this is a very enlightening recap of season eight episode three of the series, there is a much darker part of this post I am writing about.

I have Asperger syndrome and I have lived with an undying hatred for it.

Hatred for it because you as a society put it there.

I was accused of being involved with possible narcotics, explosives or firearms, by the assistant principle of Irondale High-school. You put that hatred there.

I was forced by my "special educators" to sign some stupid contract that barred me from watching violent movies, and playing violent games, sitting where I was told to at lunch and forced me to apologize to the very same scumbag principal who accused me of such things. You put that hatred there, society.

I was made to go to Career and Life Transition with more Special Ed type people, after being at Irondale, rather than go to Century College like everyone other High School Grad. You as a society put that hatred there.

But it wasn't just all those things that make me hate you, society.

It was the night I found out I could not enlist with the armed forces because of my disability.

It was as if I had gotten hit by the same bomb that was used at Hiroshima.

I got so depressed by this fact that I emptied a bottle of wine in two swigs. I tried to watch Rush Hour 2 on my VHS, but I was so tipsy that I could not focus on the movie and I was being so loud my mom could hear me.

It was about that time I began to throw up. While I was hanging onto the toilet, I cried out in tears loudly, while my mom stood there crying too.

I cried out because I could not my fulfill my childhood dream. Cried out because I as a person with a mental disability could not prove you, as a society wrong, and show you that I could go the distance. I even got so pissed off, that I threw my meds onto the floor.

I had thoughts of suicide, I even cursed God, thinking he was at fault. The morons at Career and Life Transition did nothing to comfort me, and had a problem with me cursing God. They, like the morons at Irondale, wanted me to live peacefully with my disability.

Why should I live peacefully with my disability, when you as a society have so much crap towards those who are different than you and put down those who can't do the same things as others?

You kill or incarcerate blacks unfairly, then curse Colin Kapernick for his right to protest against such genocide.

You deport immigrants and/or separate them from their families at the border, and have the audacity to say it's for national security.

You diminish the rights of same-sex or transsexuals, you bar women from having a say in what they do with their bodies, yet you allow people to rape them and treat them like trash.

You treat same-sex couples and transgender types like crap and accuse them or being rapists and pedophiles, yet the very same people who spew that crap do the same thing.

You call Muslims terrorists, Atheists hateful, and other non-Christians Satan worshipers, yet you Christians have to gall to say that you are the victims of oppression.

You give the rights to "people" who protest to anything that supports Trump or his despicable ways. When it comes to the people who protest civil liberties/human rights violations, the destruction of the environment, capitalist greed, illegal wars, the genocide of Palestinians or injustice caused by your contemptible legal system, you allow the cops to beat them and jail them. You also allow some scumbag judge to rig the trial in their favor.

I am not even going to start with what you as a society consider to be a manly man. It was why I was so passionate about wanting to be in the armed forces in the first place.

I never asked to be born with a mental disability. I never wanted to be in Special Ed. I did not want you to feel pity for me because of my disability. I wanted to be like everyone else. I wanted to be taken seriously.

These were things I never got in High School.

With all the hated, fear, ignorance, greed, obedience to unjust laws and your unwillingness to stand up to Donald Trump, I have to say this to you American society.

How are you not the ones that are defective?