Every therapy, every diagnosis, every medication– burnout, meltdowns, marriages, careers, shutdowns, and then there was clarity with a late diagnosis of autism.
When I experience a meltdown, whether it manifests as panic attack, “autistic rage,” or shutting down…
For a while, the “me” I’m accustomed to being… disappears.
My apologies. I write like a 50s movie voiceover stuck in the wrong century.
But I’m desperately trying to tell you something…
Did anyone ever deliver such devastating truth, in so few words, when you least expect it…?
Did anyone ever have less of a clue in social situations…?
I have difficulty communicating… back & forth in a written conversation. Just as much, maybe worse, as I do face to face…
Sometimes I get my head out of my ass…
Err, the political crisis of the moment, take a step back, catch a breath, and….
