Re: Day 8 Postscript
I had a panic attack earlier. Just before writing that postscript, actually. I felt like I was a stop sign in a tornado, or a paper sheep being murdered by a hurricane. I don't quite know how to put it into words.
And aside from Jenny, there was no one here who knew what to do to help me, and even she's still fairly new to my situation. It's part and parcel with my autism, I know that much, but it still really really sucks because I know I'm going to have to explain it to Beatriz, to Mouse, and to whoever else catches me like this.