I was just slicing a tomato, and started to cry because I remembered the bit in Harriet the Spy where everything goes wrong and the kids in school steal her tomato sandwhich because they're bullying her because they read her notebook. She always has one and she's probably on the spectrum, thinking about it now.
I just want to eat a sandwich, brain, just let me do that in peace?
I just want to eat a sandwich, brain, just let me do that in peace?
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For some of us, there is never, ever a "just".
Welcome back! I've missed your voice- your stories.
Thanks, Laura! I'm not really back, I still never feel like I have anything worthwhile to say. It just doesn't seem to work anymore. I might try little things here and there if I can.
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