Come With Me And Escape

Between the ages of about ten and sixteen or so, I was desperately unhappy.

There were many reasons for this, and most of them, honestly, are no one’s business. Or they’re other people’s business, but not mine to divulge.

But a lot of it had to do with coming of age and going out into the wider world, and finding that I didn’t quite fit in. I don’t think I’m the only one who reads int his blog and thinks this. Because we are odd.

Do I belong to the autist creed? Well. It manifests...