To clarify: I feel the same confusion and uncanny liminality in most social interactions. I think this image metaphorically reflects how I experience the double-empathy problem between myself and allistic people.

Hang on. I have questions, Boop.

Which part of the skin recital was the most resonant? Was it the stories or the marks they left?

You are indeed one of us. And I am glad you’re here.

Thank you. I’m glad you’re here too.

This is absolutely exquisite. I was just telling my therapist last week about how much I treasure the ability to grieve the many things and people and experiences I have lost throughout my life.

Thank you. I sent this to her.

March is already a month of grieving for me. This was timely.

There’s a place, too, for those of us who have spent decades healing from our trauma in therapy, and who now find ourselves right back in the acute sense of danger we told ourselves we were safe from, during treatment.

My belief that Now Time is safe was really keeping me afloat. I feel grief.

Prazosin is one of the reasons I can now sleep at night. It has completely changed my life - went from four to six hours a night with nightmares several times a week to seven hours a night with nightmares a few times a month.

Game changer.

There is no justification for this, morally.

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