Autism and Me, Part Two: Coping Strategies Good, Bad, and Atrocious

I was a child for the era in which measles could kill a kid. Hell, I had schoolmates who thought I had died, the year I caught all the spots. They were greatly disappointed that I was still alive, but that’s not the point of this particular diatribe.

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Who Cares?

I’ve been working on this blog for some time now, and I thought I had followers. I thought people were reading these things. Turns out, once again, I’m shouting into the darkness of the void, with no response whatsoever from the enormous gulfs of whatever. I thought giving my readers a chance to vote on…… Continue reading Who Cares?