As if people assume I don’t know things to add. And usually I suck at the conversation socially, but information and medically or emotionally charged convos, I know these things. No small talk, but deep meaningful or heavyweight convos I got 💪

I’ve read and studied so much for myself, to appease my worries or concerns. I had to teach myself all the things I never understood about myself. I’ve also worked and lived in so many life situations that I have lots of life experience to pull from. But don’t ask how my evening was, I’ll either trauma dump or say, “eh, it was fine.”

So I sit here listening to a conversation that I have so much to put in. I want to say, hey, I relate! I want to wave my arm in the arm but I have to remember, I am often the odd one with even the words I speak.

It makes me sad, relating deeply to all this stuff my coworkers, acquaintances, friends and/or family, talk about but I get pushed out of the conversation, or spoken over top of. On the rare occasion I receive my turn and everyone turns to face me and listen, I get flooded with anxious thoughts and lose or screw up what I was about to say anyway.

-a Non-Miss sliding down autistic ways