How I Learned To Hate Myself (Autism Edition)

<p>Being queer and being autistic have one thing in common: People can smell it on you and it makes them mad. </p><p></p><p>I spent the first fourteen years of my life trying not to scream. By the time most kids were graduating junior high I had spent over a year of my life in prison the psych ward and a group home. I had been kicked out of school had my heart broken and was already spiraling down a hole of sex drugs and self-mutilation. My father was a pedophile and my mother was a religious zealot who tried to perform an exorcism on me when I didn't act the way that she wanted. I didn't need to be free of any demons though. I needed to be free of them. </p><p></p><p>How I Learned to Hate Myself is a book about autism abuse growing up queer navigating the mental health system trying to find love and desperately clinging to the parts of myself that felt real in a world that insisted that my reality was wrong. </p>