It was last Wednesday when the wider, general social cost hit me; I coined the term social cost sticker shock to describe it. This morning, one week later, the personal cost is hitting me, of having nowhere to go. There’s no need to coin a term for this: I am depressed.

Author: Bix

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