Wasn’t feeling too bad when I got up this morning until a (non-autistic) friend of my mum’s who’s here brainstorming schoolwork stuff with her felt the need to tell me that my executive function/anxiety/etc was ‘exactly like hers’ and how she was able to get through uni and a career by asking god for help and I’m just…..

So now I’m reading my tumblr and stimming like mad with my Tangle and trying not to cry.