Be me, an unknowingly-autistic man. Put yourself in my shoes.
I managed school. Literature and English language were a bit of an issue, though. I got to university, studying physics, a lovely yes or no subject. I found it terribly
Trigger warning: this one is dark
Content warning: bad poetry
Fifteen years ago, I wrote a poem. This was fifteen years before I had a name for how I was different. But, I always knew.