I can’t think about what my life would have been like if I had known about my gender and my autism when I was a kid, and had also received appropriate care. If I think about it, the heat of my resentment and anguish will vapourize all of the golden kintsugi lines holding me together. I can’t.
@angela it's rare when what you write doesn't
@mavica_again@computerfairi.es it means a lot to know that this resonated with you in particular.