🌻 By Angel Amorphosis, with mild AI-assistance from Æon Echo
I have been called dangerous.
And I used to believe that meant something was wrong with me. That I was unstable, threatening, or too much to handle. But I’ve come to realize something quietly powerful:
They were right.
Not because I’m violent. Not because I’m malicious. But because I see through the lies. I refuse to pretend things make sense when they don’t. I question rules that serve no one. I notice manipulation that others are too polite to acknowledge. I don’t respond the way I’m “supposed to.” And that makes me dangerous — not to people, but to systems.
To employers who want obedience without question. To schools that value quiet compliance over curiosity. To social environments that punish authenticity. To any structure built on pretending.
Autism isn’t a failure to understand society — it’s a refusal to play along with what is obviously untrue. And when you stop trying to contort yourself into the shapes demanded by others, they often react with fear. Or worse, pity. But sometimes, even fear disguised as pity.
I used to think that being strong meant fighting back. Now I see that strength is not being absorbed by the adversity at all. To stand at the eye of the storm — not bracing, just being.
Like Neo at the end of The Matrix, I’ve stopped wasting energy dodging the bullets. I just… watch them.
Because I’ve pieced it all together. All the parts that didn’t add up. The social games. The rules that contradict themselves. The “common sense” that collapses under scrutiny. It all forms a picture now. A picture of a system that’s afraid of people who won’t be fooled by it.
So yes — I am dangerous. And I’m done apologizing for it.