Would it be better for me to finally leave this world or is being the punching bag what actually keeps everybody else happy?

(I did also stop watching some time between the first and second act because I got so wrapped up in my angry thoughts that I legitimately felt sick so like, this may not be entirely accurate.)

I've got a very specific annoyance towards poor portrayals of autistic children. As someone who was looked down on as a youth, it's films like these, where they either infantilize us or portray us as a problem to be solved, that make people think it's okay to have contempt for or hurt children.