Thanks to wonderful Autistic conversations I think I am beginning to understand why I feel so much at home in the ocean. To date I had not connected it to healing from Autistic trauma, but now I see the connection with increasing clarity.
What does it mean to be an autistic adult? A spouse? A home? A career? Or is it a constant battle to be accepted and working beyond the point of exhaustion into repeated burnouts?
Trigger warning: this one is dark Content warning: bad poetry Fifteen years ago, I wrote a poem. This was fifteen years before I had a
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