I still remember every weekend during my youth when I would ask my dad to allow me to connect the LAN cable to my room’s computer just to connect to the internet. I remember being stuck in the computer room at school when I had no friends in real life, even when there’s no internet, in hopes to go online one day, just anything to keep me busy.
But now the internet feels toxic, a hyperreality, a magnification of society’s inherent traits, especially the non-autistics, and now even online feels about as bad as offline, even worse with its intense criticism of anything neurodivergent.
I still remember every weekend during my youth when I would ask my dad to allow me to connect the LAN cable to my room’s computer just to connect to the internet. I remember being stuck in the computer room at school when I had no friends in real life, even when there’s no internet, in hopes to go online one day, just anything to keep me busy. But now the internet feels toxic, a hyperreality, a magnification of society’s inherent traits, especially the non-autistics, and now even online feels about as bad as offline, even worse with its intense criticism of anything neurodivergent.