Before my diagnosis—eleven years before it, to be exact—I wrote about masks. This was not a post from prior blogging incarnations that I recalled having written, but it’s rather striking now, in retrospect through the lens of autistic camouflaging, and clearly an old post I needed to bring over.
Bix dot Blog
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.