One way to tell when my particular actually-autistic feature set is being “worse” than usual (other than, you know, the obvious anxiety spikes) is that even the v-neck t-shirts feel like they are strangling me.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)
Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
One way to tell when my particular actually-autistic feature set is being “worse” than usual (other than, you know, the obvious anxiety spikes) is that even the v-neck t-shirts feel like they are strangling me.