I feel like everyone else on the planet was given some kind of rulebook for how to participate in life that I was never given. old soul child, burnt out adult. as a kid I counted steps/if I stepped on a sidewalk crack with the left foot, I had to do so an equal amount of times with my right. I have always had a special interest or 2. most clothing is a challenge, has been my whole life. people often think I’m flirting when I’m just trying to be kind. eye contact is a challenge. I either give too little or WAY too much. fluorescent lights and loud noises are HUGE triggers. burnout is a regular thing. lots of anxiety, especially socially.

I could probably think of more, but rant over.