My uncle has autism (what they used to just call Asperger’s, btw)
For as long as I can remember, he has had ONE friend named John. Every Thursday, him and John would go out and watch a movie. My grandma used to cry about how grateful she was for John & how we all need to be super nice to him or else my uncle wouldn’t have any friends.
He hangs out with people and volunteers around the church, but more or less people talk to him cuz they can tell he’s disabled and it’s like a pity thing.
She had 20 people show up for her party. She can shut the fuck up.
if you’re a sensitive woman, you better involve yourself in charity work or helping/working with children. pour all your love and nurturing into the poor, the weak, and children. it’s better than feeling motherly toward evil people just because you see the child in them.
I am a giant cunt all the time because I no longer smoke weed starting at 6am. How could this possibly be “healthier” for me than getting blasted every second of the day and being happy? I’m going to harm myself and others.
people need to be introduced to the concept of ‘catharsis’ as defined by Aristotle in his Poetics. Fiction used as a mean to have a purging experience, to liberate unhealthy emotions, is a thing since ancient greece.