Clothing is self-care when you’re autistic; things that fit or feel wrong can be tortuous. My need for new sneakers is settled, and, further, I was spared the trying bus trip to return the rejects by remembering the locally-owned shipping place just down the street.

Author: Bix

The unsupported use case of a mediocre, autistic midlife in St. Johns, Oregon —now with added global pandemic.