One way to tell when my particular actually-autistic feature set is being “worse” than usual (other than, you know, the obvious anxiety spikes) is that even the v-neck t-shirts feel like they are strangling me.
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One way to tell when my particular actually-autistic feature set is being “worse” than usual (other than, you know, the obvious anxiety spikes) is that even the v-neck t-shirts feel like they are strangling me.