Eight months after moving to Portland (and 19 years before my diagnosis), I did what this autistic guy did (well, I bought an existing coffeeshop). I drove off my business partner within a year and ran the business into the ground a year later.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
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Eight months after moving to Portland (and 19 years before my diagnosis), I did what this autistic guy did (well, I bought an existing coffeeshop). I drove off my business partner within a year and ran the business into the ground a year later.