I'm having extreme deja vu over this, remembering all the discussions my friends and I would have about why we're gay. How did it happen? What made us this way?
Eventually I decided it didn't matter, what mattered is what we did, knowing it. I don't know why I'm gay, I don't know why I'm autistic, I just am. It's part of me, and that's fine.
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@ScottSoCal @servelan @Adventurer @sal @actuallyautistic @neurodiversity @Tooden @markusl @sentient_water Part of being autistic, for me at least, is appreciating learning about the why of things even when it isn't directly relevant to anything I actually do in my life. I'm having fun, in other words. :)