The show gave me a wholesome and cute escape from my fucked-up world and fucked-up life.
I grew up as the hated older brother of a spoilt brat. My abusive parents wanted me to go tranny, and hated me because I wasn't. My above-average reading ability as a child meant I simply HAD to be autistic, so instead of a "real" school I was sent to schools for the retarded. I was given pills that made me stupid and drowsy. And there, I was picked on by abusive teachers for not being a cutely sad submissive childish little boy who'd fit into the "I'm a kind mother/grandma" fantasies of all the shallow narcissistic bitches who worked there. I was just a normal kid who could read and write, and they hated me for that. Calling me an ungrateful bastard, constantly lecturing me about what a wreck they claim I was before attending and how much they'd helped me "Improve" as a person while I was there.
All the staff were cunts. And we're talking five or six underqualified "teaching assistants" to a room here, plus the one designated tard-wranglers some kids would get. Full of old unfuckable entitled worthless women desperate to feel like good mothers to someone. Cops don't listen to disabled kids when seemingly "Normal" adults contradict them, and nobody was allowed to bring in phones or anything else that could record people. Maybe if I shoplifted one of those audio-recording spy pens and carried it around, I'd get lucky one day and I could have used evidence to get something done about my shit parents and abusive school.
My parents forced me to spend extra years at the tard school because in the UK, you get paid extra for spending more time in kid's school before going to college or something. Never saw a penny of that, obviously. I was property and a meal ticket to my bastard parents, and something they hated for not being fucked up enough to give them the social credit they wanted.
Anyway once I went from child service's problem to adult service's problem, the worker assigned to me decided living with violent physically and emotionally abusive parents is bad, so she got me away from them. She didn't get my parents in prison where they belong, even though I offered to testify. It's like she knows how worthless the cops of this country are when it comes to getting kids away from genuinely-abusive parents who know what lefty shit to say to the cops.
And so I lived in different homes for disabled kids for a while. Never knew when I'd be kicked out to make room for a higher-priority disabled kid and moved somewhere else. One week, I got to stay in some average-ish hotel because nowhere else was available but I had to have my current room taken from me to fit someone who "Needed it more" I guess. Sometimes my mother would call or text me to gaslight me about what a terrible child she genuinely convinced herself I am this week. Or she'll try to gaslight me about how lovely my childhood was thanks to her this week. I'm ignoring her texts and calls, so now they only call every christmas when she tries to guilt me into not spending christmas with my abusers. Good thing the little shits have no idea where I live now.
I don't know if I really am autistic or not. I have trouble relating to people and understanding why so many choose to be shallow faggots who mindlessly swallow every jew lie. I have trouble trusting people and opening up to them, but that might be because I was abused and betrayed so often when I was a kid. There are thousands of things that make someone autistic. If you got twenty autists in a room they'd be different people with very different symptoms and no matter what the tard-wranglers in charge of them say their age is, the wranglers would reveal themselves to be petulant little egomaniac babies as soon as someone who doesn't fit their ideal model of what an autist should be comes along. Maybe normies were the real autists all along, considering how badly they handle change, unexpected situations, and being wrong. Anyway, the autists. You can't say they have "Different levels of autism" because everything is autism and everyone is autistic. It's a "Spectrum" of meaningless bullshit, an umbrella term for everything that means nothing. Anyone even slightly different from what society says the norm should be is autistic. Anyone the NPCs call autistic is autistic and the NPCs are autistic too. It's the newspeak word that can mean slightly abnormal, very abnormal, or anywhere in betwee. Just like anxiety is the newspeak word that can mean slightly sad/scared/uncomfy, super ultra dysphoric, or anywhere in between. Is autism even a real thing, or is it just what the quacks call someone when the parents want their kid labelled with SOMETHING and the quacks can't think of a proper name or diagnosis for what makes the kid a non-normie? Maybe that's why the left tries so hard to gaslight autists into hating "Le straight white cishet Neurotypicals(TM)", when the left isn't stealing autistic kids and putting them in dresses/sending them to have their nuts chopped off. More "autistic" kids on meds in special schools full of lefty bitches = more potential victims for the jews and their servants.
Through all of this bullshit I went through, MLPFIM was my rock. My heartwarming escape from this gay earth. The friends I made along the way were twofaced faggots who spent a while wanting to be seen spewing nice truisms and falsisms at me but got bored and found a better photo-op to spend time with a few weeks later. I made some real friends here. This is a good place and the only place where I can really be honest without having to worry about some lefty nigger 6 years from now trying to use what I said against me. The show eventually went to shit but I still rewatch the old good episodes.