Could Jesus heat a burrito so hot that he himself could not eat it?
Well, that's a very confusing question, plus I know almost nothing about the Bible. But my answer would be that Jesus wouldn't be able to eat the burrito he created, but if he has the ability to heat the burrito, he can also cool it down.
Sorry if it's a stupid answer, but I'm just writing what I think.
How did it feel figuring this out?
I felt…
Lonely: I mean, I have no friends, my family doesn't understand me, and they abuse me. I'm not even treated well in so-called neurodivergent groups.
Hopeless: I'm practically screwed because I don't know a single person with intellectual disabilities who has made a mark in the world. All there is are mockery and dehumanization.
Hatred: My mom used to hit me when I was a kid, she wasn't there for me (either because of work or because she was busy with her boyfriends), and she always forced me to socialize, ending up humiliated me as always. My dad wasn't there for me, and yet he had the nerve to have a kid and then leave to start another family, only paying child support. They abandoned me when I was just a child.
Are you ever worried about how others may treat you differently after learning this information?
Others caused me severe social anxiety and still treated me like garbage since I was a child.
In general, how would you say knowing that you have such a disability affects you mentally (―if it does) in your daily life?
A hell, with so many traumas I don't even remember the reason for anymore. I always think I'm useless and stupid, and I don't like doing anything out of fear of mockery or failing in a humiliating way. Society's stereotypes don't help either: I'm not a damn child in an adult's body, that's shameful, especially in therapy. Ignorance isn't happiness; only idiotic pseudophilosophers say that. I'm aware that it's suicide.
It says it in the title.
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