Autism Memes Novels & Stories

He created memes featuring himself in hilarious situations, hoping that humor would be his saving grace. ‌ One meme showed him riding a roller coaster with a terrified expression, with the caption, "Trying to survive the rollercoaster of life like..." Another meme depicted him as a superhero with a cape made of dollar bills, captioned, "Saving the day, one money bag at a time." ‌ But the internet wasn't buying it. Instead of gaining sympathy, he became the subject of even more ridicule. Memes mocking his antics flooded social media, with one meme showing him chasing a giant floating pickle with the caption, "Gregory, the Pickle Chaser."

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

I’m definitely reconsidering that meme. The Sebastian Effect.

I remember he was called by slang terms on the internet like ‘obsessive seme’ or ‘crazy obsessive seme,’ something like that. The younger brother who had looked so cute and adorable when he was first born now looked horrifying. And this isn’t just any younger brother, but that… obsessive? Crazy seme? thing. ‘Well, objectively speaking, he is incredibly pretty.’ No, that’s not right. Don’t be fooled by his face! That’s not an angel but a devil’s child! Then suddenly, I remembered an internet meme I’d seen long ago. [Baby Hitler is right before your eyes! What would you do with that baby?]

This is what love does to someone like me it destroys me from the inside out. Timothy's black sports car sits in the circular driveway, and I wonder if Madison is inside with him right now. Probably planning their future together while laughing about the pathetic Omega who thought she had a chance. My phone buzzes with another notification. Someone has created a meme using a screenshot from the video my face photoshopped onto a picture of a homeless dog peering through a restaurant window. The caption reads: "When you're an Omega but think you deserve Alpha attention." The comments are even worse:

~ Hailey ~ The storm begins before the sky even realizes it’s supposed to rain. By the time Ethan and I step out of the boardroom hand-in-hand, with our relationship declared, half the company already has it posted, reposted, filtered, captioned, and turned into memes. Kevin meets us outside the elevator looking like a man who has aged ten years in ten minutes. “Hailey… Ethan… the internet is— I don’t know how to say this but— the memes are disrespectful. Hilarious, but disrespectful.”

Mentions, messages, tags. My stomach tightened as I opened one. It was a meme caricature of my old picture. There was a poop emoji on top of my head, my brown eyes were replaced with a red laser, and a boldly written text on the picture said ‘SLUT’. I groaned and locked my phone immediately. But it was too late. I’d already seen it. Another buzz. Then another. Curiosity got the better of me again. I saw a particular message from a private page in my DM.

Then the laughter ripped through the air, taunting my ears. “Ignore them.” I said to myself. Easier said than done, Valeria. I forced my attention to my phone, scrolling mindlessly, pretending none of this mattered. I shouldn’t have looked. Because the second I did, the screen slapped me with something that made my stomach drop. A meme. Not just any meme, me, Zane, and Landon photoshopped into a disgusting threesome, covered in crude stickers and comments. My heart throbbed with pain, my fingers visibly shaking.

[What kind of trash bag are you, holding so much garbage?] [Peacocks flaunt their tails to attract mates. What's your excuse for parading your ass online?] [Patricia Harris, why don't you just die?] [Slut, you're probably wild in private, right? That video's gone viral.] [Heard you're diseased. Stay home! Don't infect us!] I stared at my phone screen, the barrage of insults washing over me. Doctored memorial photos and grotesque AI-generated images assaulted my eyes.

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟ Way to go, Winter. Open mouth, insert foot for real. Can't I just go one second without saying stupid shit?! I barely know Blake and I just word vomited all over him I cringe internally. The urge to find somewhere to hide in order to ride out my cringing is overwhelming. Autism. The word's become a curse to me. I've always been the outcast in my family, mainly because of it. It doesn't matter that my autism is rather mild. I show enough signs that I've become the family "retard" according to my cousins.