Brain Dump
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For years people called me “bipolar,” “dramatic,” “too sensitive,” and “crazy” without ever stopping to ask why I experienced the world so differently. Turns out I wasn’t broken after all. I was autistic… and trying to survive in a world that punishes people for standing out while pretending it celebrates individuality. 💀
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or whatever the socially acceptable way is to say “the horrors ruined the vibe” There was a time in my life when I thought adulthood meant buying cute throw pillows and knowing how taxes worked. That was before I learned things.Terrible, awful, character-building things. 😌 Now I can’t even sit peacefully in a waiting room…
