growing up as i did and as many people like me did, you end up repressing things and not knowing what happened or what they mean until much later if ever.
this is a very small example but i am a poc. i grew up a brown child who was obviously ND specifically autistic but that wasnt caught hm i wonder why anyway.
i was “unruly” and hairy and overactive, and i had so much energy and i was messy and i would scream a lot and cry and ly on the floor for hours. anyway some smaller racist things come back to me now as im older and one is
my white stepmother interrupting me every time i talked, no matter what i was saying or what was going on, to correct me on my grammar and tell me to use better words. the fuck??????? like i would be 7/8/9 and telling a nonsensical story like 7/8/9 year olds do, and she would make me fix all my sentences to.... be grammatically correct. ma’am i was a literal child. i am telling a story. what the fuck. this continued until the age i learned to be quiet and small and lost my energy and to speak “correctly”.
