Okay, so, I shouldn’t have said that. You ever have one of those moments where this little voice in your head keeps shouting, “Stop! Stop?” But the words keep pouring out of you because you’ve been holding them in for so long?
I guess, in my defence…No, scratch that. There is no defence. I knew that Anna was struggling with all this. She didn’t need my existential angst on top of her own. Also, she’s out there, worrying about practical things – like getting her family back – and here I am, asking stupid questions like, “Do you think I’d be a jerk if I were neurotypical?”
Which, in hindsight, kind of implies that I think neurotypical people are jerks. So, a bit of a moral lapse there. Especially in the presence of my wife, who is probably allistic. I’d also like to apologize to anyone who
