People assume I’m a bigot just because I’m an incel, as if my struggles somehow make me a bad person. But what they don’t understand is that everything I’ve been through in life has been shaped by other people’s bigotry. I’ve been judged for my race, mocked for being autistic, and pushed aside because I’m not like everyone else. I’m not the one with hatred in my heart; I’m the one who’s been treated like a second-class citizen just for existing.
Being an ethnic person and autistic, I’ve dealt with things I can’t change, things people use against me. I’ve been ignored, belittled, and outright ridiculed for not fitting into the so-called “norm.” People see me and immediately decide I’m inferior—because of my skin, my brain, or both. I didn’t choose this, but it’s been forced on me, shaping everything I’ve experienced. And yet, when I try to explain it, they look at me like I’m the one causing the problems. They throw their assumptions on me, labeling me a bigot because of a label society has given me, without ever considering what it’s been like to live my life.
It’s just wrong. I’ve been the target of racism, ableism, and pure ignorance. I’ve been rejected for things I couldn’t control—my ethnicity, my neurodiversity, the way I don’t fit into their narrow idea of “normal.” But when I talk about that pain, they say I’m the one who’s hateful? They accuse me of being a bigot when all I’ve ever been is the one who’s been hated on for things out of my control.
All I want is to be treated like everyone else. I want to be seen for who I am, not as a label or a stereotype. But instead, I’m constantly reminded that I’m different, and that difference is a reason to dismiss me. It’s so frustrating to be misunderstood, to be made to feel like I’m the problem, when I’ve spent my life trying to survive in a world that never accepted me.
Being an ethnic person and autistic, I’ve dealt with things I can’t change, things people use against me. I’ve been ignored, belittled, and outright ridiculed for not fitting into the so-called “norm.” People see me and immediately decide I’m inferior—because of my skin, my brain, or both. I didn’t choose this, but it’s been forced on me, shaping everything I’ve experienced. And yet, when I try to explain it, they look at me like I’m the one causing the problems. They throw their assumptions on me, labeling me a bigot because of a label society has given me, without ever considering what it’s been like to live my life.
It’s just wrong. I’ve been the target of racism, ableism, and pure ignorance. I’ve been rejected for things I couldn’t control—my ethnicity, my neurodiversity, the way I don’t fit into their narrow idea of “normal.” But when I talk about that pain, they say I’m the one who’s hateful? They accuse me of being a bigot when all I’ve ever been is the one who’s been hated on for things out of my control.
All I want is to be treated like everyone else. I want to be seen for who I am, not as a label or a stereotype. But instead, I’m constantly reminded that I’m different, and that difference is a reason to dismiss me. It’s so frustrating to be misunderstood, to be made to feel like I’m the problem, when I’ve spent my life trying to survive in a world that never accepted me.
