At the local dive tonight that looked like She Who Will Not Be Named, but younger, and Indian. And for those who know me, that’s weak spot. Didn’t say anything. Stayed a little longer to observe because…that’s why I fucking do and what I’ve always done. Nothing. Which is fine. But what bothers me is…

Oh yeah, and I should mention as an autist I have had my fair share of meltdowns. In fact, when I started researching autism it’s the first thing that made me immediately recognize I am autistic as I, over my entire life, have had some glorious meltdowns. From other people’s perspectives it probably just looks…

and I know it. Frankly, I’m happy to spend January ranting about my imperfections. That’s something I’ve noticed about people on the spectrum, they can critique a person a thing, including themselves, both “positive” and “negative”, with (generally speaking) much more objectivity than a neurotypical. We’re describing facts and observations, not judgements one way or…