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Austism. Neurodiversity. Friendship. Full of colours and whimsical tangents. Rants, stories and academic lectures. Oddities and peculiarities, paired with expected rigidity. Full hearts, living 100% in line with one’s values, and not a drop less. Of course we can’t go for brunch on Saturday. You need to feed your cat. Your commitment to others is
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I’m always questioning myself. I feel these pulls, these strands of light. The other day, I listened to my friend tell me about how my discomforts creates thought distortions. “How can you love this person?”, he said, “You don’t even really know them.” Perhaps. I listened, to the advice which would enable objective rationalism. To
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I’m still trying to discern what it is about me. Why me? Don’t get me wrong. I know myself. I am confident. In my beauty. In my soul. In my energy. I am a wickedly smart human being. I am rocking it as a mother. I love deeply. I nurture deeply. I love sex. I
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Anger. Pouring Out. Doors opened. Pain released. So much fear. She is rocking. Hands on her ears. Yelling “make it go away. I want it to be over.” Shushhh little one, I’m here with you. I will not leave you. She calms, but remains unsettled. So many doors opening. Paths unknown. Isn’t this supposed to
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