One of the most uncomfortable things in life (to me) is selfishness out of proportion. Trauma is the way your body hijacks you to become a tool for your survival, the most selfish and innate desire of it all.
Aetheria is going to be 1 soon. AnxietyHelper turned 6 a month ago. I turn 20 next week, and Astra turns 4 next year. And only now, for the first time, does it feel like I’m operating as myself. Not as a twin.
My guiding star is a vision of the future that may never come. Our coming reality is a hidden landscape with no precedent that I’m crossing in parallel with everyone else.
Having autism is having an experience of the world that is foreign, because the world is not made with you in mind. The way that you find solace is through carving out places where you change the world to be yours.