My Insecurities Don't Matter
There are a variety of things I'm insecure about—being clumsy, having odd speech patterns, finding flirting incomprehensible. It's occurred to me that all of these things are downstream of having autism. Having autism may make you a bit dopey, and it will certainly make you weird, but it isn't a moral failing.
Yet, I do have moral failings. Nothing particularly bad—I think I'm a fairly good person, maybe an unusually good one in a few respects. But I'm deeply and profoundly flawed. "If we say we have no sins, we deceive ourselves" and all that. But, I don't feel insecure about any of these things, and this is because nobody judges me for them. I gossip, I can be slothful, and I don't give enough to charity. But, nobody called me the R - word over that in seventh grade, so it doesn't bug me as much.
This seems bad. If I've got to feel bad about something, I'd prefer it was something that's actually bad.