Aiden

Imagine.

Imagine hurting so much that you take your community down with you.

The fodder, the incoming tsunami, the last thing we need, six more reasons to dehumanize all of us for doing what the worst humans of any sort, statistically, will do anyway.

But imagine — imagine hurting so much that you turn the situation, so monstrously unfair — our situation — into (and onto) the rest of us in it.

The fallout is coming.

In a twisted way, in death, you transform the fallout into exactly what you’d like to do to the unfairness. Annihilate it, culturally and socially.

But you’re gone, and we will be further annihilated instead.

Six steps back. Sixty thousand steps back. Aiden.

I don’t believe in why, and I’ve theorized already. This shit isn’t new to me; we blame autism for it all the time. What’s one more marginalized identity to have in the wrong place in the universe at the wrong time?

The wrong place, the wrong era, the wrong coincidence, the wrong time. Dear fucking god, the wrong time. A comedically wrong time.

Kids, for fuck’s sake. Way to drive the caricature home.

Aiden.

Imagine hurting so much that you take your community down with you.