“We are reaching out to you about your treatment request,” emailed a mental health practice in response to my inquiry, in which as usual I detailed my troubles finding someone versed in—or comfortable with applying themselves to—adult autism who is covered by my insurance. “One of our clinicians would like to offer you an appointment.” So I guess I need to spend the weekend girding myself for making a telephone call.
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The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.