According to them, my condition means I’m a creep, broken, and undateable by default. They threw in every ableist stereotype they could think of—called me a robot who stares at women, a danger to society, someone who can’t even act like a normal human being. It was disgusting. They made it sound like my entire existence is the problem, like I’m inherently wrong just for being the way I am. And of course, it’s all framed as my fault, as if I can just magically stop being autistic. They laughed at my struggles. They called me a 'socially awkward man-child' and said I’ll never be able to have a real conversation or make a girl want me because of how 'weird' I am. They mocked the way I speak, implying that I don’t understand social cues or that I’ll always be stuck in my own little world. They said no woman would ever look past my 'broken brain' to see me as anything other than a freak. The whole thing was designed to tear me apart, to make me feel like less of a person.
