Being autistic in our world means for me that I have to behave a certain way, speak a certain code and keep certain aspects of myself hidden or risk to get attacked, verbally or physically. I repeat this over and over, day in day out.

Meanwhile I am looking forward to hosting another game of dnd this saturday and it just occured to me that our reality is sad and pathetic while turning to the internet and people outside this oppressive „society“ is like looking at a piece of art. Popping colors and various shapes and interesting objects to behold.

It might be seasonal depression speaking here but it was really palpable right now.

Anyone relate?