The “not neurotypical” portion didn't upset me—I already knew that about myself—but the “needs accommodations” portion just chapped my ass. I had been accommodating the way the rest of the world thought and interacted my entire fucking life. Would it kill anyone to accommodate me?
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All I Wanted Was To Become A Scientist But Now I've Got An Alien Boyfriend by Petra Palerno.