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“I'm talking about those 1500 young men who were killed after they burst the gates of Gaza.
Are they just...bliiind followers of Hamas orders? Or are they like the Nat Turner rebellion?
People, young men, like yourself—actually much younger than you now—Young men, who were born into a concentration camp, who just like Nat Turner; the rage inside them because of the chasm between who they were, who they aspire to be, and the reality that till their last breath they would be confined to a concentration camp.
So, instead of talking about ~Hamas~ in the abstract and their ~agency~, let's talk about the people; the 1500 young men, who nobody gives a darn about.
Everybody talks about the 1400 Israelis who were killed, and yes, it was an atrocity, I said that on the first day.
But what about those 1500 young men? Who were born into a concentration camp, and on top of being born into a concentration camp, periodically—periodically—that diabolical regime would announce with no shame, and the entire world would receive with no shame, that diabolical—and I'll say it—that satanic regime would announce: We're going to mow the lawn in Gaza.
Do you know how pathological...How totally sick it is to talk about “mowing the lawn” on a population confined in a concentration camp, and half of whom are children.”
I COULD EAT THAT GIRL FOR LUNCH THE WAY SHE DANCES ON MY TONGUE TASTES LIKE SHE MIGHT BE THE ONE AND I COULD NEVER GET ENOUGH I COULD BUY HER SO MUCN STUFF IT'S A CRAVING NOT A CRUSH
My children. My screams. I could not save you, little ones. Such pain. And yet, still, still I am not brave enough to die, to let go of this wretched life. I will endure, but no more babies. I cannot, will not, suffer such heartbreak again. From now on, it's me against the world.
there is a person standing 73 yards some distance away, watching you. they look like they’re trying to tell you something. you can’t get away from them, nor can you get close to them. they’re just...standing there.
so your friends and loved ones try to help you by talking to them, and the person must be saying something to them, because they look at you differently now. but you have no idea what it was, all you hear is static.
you try to tell them not to listen to the person, but no matter what you do, no matter how much you plead with them, they look up at you with suspicion-hatred-fear and just run. they don’t care where they’re going, just that you’re not there. and you can’t do anything to stop it.
the more that the people in your life care about you, the worse it is, because anyone who tries to help is turned against you. so you are just gradually shut out of your own life by the people you love the most, until eventually you no longer recognize your surroundings.
there is a person standing 73 yards some distance away, watching you.
my therapist: how are you feeling in the wake of your (autism spectrum disorder) diagnosis?
me: well it makes sense doesn’t it? i was the one who requested testing. like on some level i kind of figured.
my therapist: yes, i’m personally glad we pursued it because it helps me better understand parts of your behavior and how to accommodate you. but how do you feel about it? you said before that you were in heavy denial about the possibility when you were younger.
me: well yeah, i had a preconceived idea of what autism was that i know now wasn’t true. but at the time it was distressing and i didn’t want to think about it too hard.
my therapist: how was it different then? what was your idea of autism then?
me: it was, you know, severe developmental delay. i never thought i had developed abnormally at all, so to try and match up the severity i associated with autism and the way i viewed myself, i just couldn’t.
my therapist: but you did.
me: sorry?
my therapist: you did develop abnormally. both socially and academically.
me: socially yes, but i had no problems with academics. i always especially excelled at reading comprehension, more so than anyone else in my grade. i started lagging in high school but i think that was a lot of burnout and depression and ptsd, probably. i was incredibly smart. hell, i spoke in full sentences earlier than most of my peers.
my therapist: violette, that’s still abnormal development.
me: …huh?
my therapist: developing abnormally fast is still developing abnormally.