“All the ways I know to ask for help slip through my fingers and I watch them as they fall. Pain makes me ‘authentically’ autistic, it strips back my mask and my connections, and it sits me down; silent and alone.”
“All the ways I know to ask for help slip through my fingers and I watch them as they fall. Pain makes me ‘authentically’ autistic, it strips back my mask and my connections, and it sits me down; silent and alone.”
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