I don't remember much of my childhood. Is this an 'autism' thing, or an 'everyone else experiences this but I can't read or replicate their bullshit' thing?
I have a major personal conundrum: I enjoy spending time with people I like, but I have a severely limited supply of social energy to do so.
I don't know how old I was when I first learned that I had to shout 'fire' if someone tried to grab me.
You claim to be against cruelty. And yet you will stand by and abet the cruelty that neurodiverse people face every day.
I cried. Well, first I squealed. And flapped my hands. A lot. But then I cried.
I had a good day yesterday. I also had a meltdown in public yesterday. Holy oxymoron, Batman!