For This Autistic Elder, School Was a F***ing Job

An autistic autobiographical fragment on school, work, conformity… and why neither ever seemed to end.

School is a job.

School is just pre-training
for working for the Man.

School is a job.
Kids clock in at 3.
They never clock out.

Not even on social security.

The Man reminds you who’s boss.
Monthly check by monthly check.
And like any check…
Ya gotta work to keep it.

Retirement’s a fucking job, too.

#ActuallyAutistic



This is Fragment 11 of my upcoming autobiography, Autistic Noir, arriving Fall 2026.

I’m building a book out loud. Frag by frag. Just like I lived it.

The Next Act

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Why I Write My Autobiography

I’m only an expert on my own life. Born 1953, diagnosed at 63. Your mileage will vary.

Individual marginalized voices speaking truth out loud? They build bridges to mainstream readers. Think Malcolm X. Think Maya Angelou. Think Janet Mock’s Redefining Realness.

This Fall, I hope to deliver that kind of impact, that power with Autistic Noir: My Autistic Life is My Art. For our neurodivergent community.

Since 2019 I’ve published a quarter of a million words. Over half the size of the Lord of the Rings trilogy.

Gotta be a pony somewhere in that shit.


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