You look at the others and there’s the glass wall you can’t cross, and they tell you to come over as if it isn’t there. We just can’t fit in the narrow roles society has to offer without diminishing ourselves by masking, and that’s just suffering alone in a different way anyway.

I don't blame other people. I know that there's this idea that if people just treated autistic people like allistic people, that everything would be fine. But that completely ignores that way that allistic people make and maintain relationships. You don't really have direct control over who you like, who you don't like; insisting that allistic people can just be besties with autistic people is a pipe dream. There's no 'fault' in any of this. It just sucks, that's all.

Anyways.

There's no cure, so it's just, y'know, keep muddling along. I've got a nice house, I'm married again to someone that's very probably also on the spectrum--not that we always understand each other, but we've managed to make it work for almost a decade now--I've got a job, I've got an ungodly number of cats. I keep busy enough that I don't think about it much any more.