Part of me wanted to become an advocate for all of the kids who were delightfully different like me. Delightfully different was what Mom called me. I still wasn't brave enough to speak up. I didn't trust people enough yet. I wanted to believe there were good people who would understand; unfortunately, our society seemed mean to me. There were TV shows where people ambushed their "friends," so they could tell them how awfully they dressed. There were people who posted things on the Internet about my generation. They said, "This generation needs to get tougher. Their parents overprotect them. There has always been bullying of kids who are different."
They said that those of us who were different just needed to learn to fit in, as if it were our fault that we were mistreated. They didn't think that society should make accommodations for us at all. They implied that our sensory issues were something that our overprotective parents invented. They even blamed our parents for our sensory issues.
Our society was advancing technically, but it was returning to an age of barbarians in terms of the way we treated others. Honestly, what gave anyone the right to judge what I or anyone else wore? Why should I have to be just like everyone else? More important, why would I want to?
