Neurospicy, middle aged, she/her, queer, geeky.
OMG, this reminds me of when I shared my paper diagnosis with my new therapist…the diagnosis that had been so freeing, so life-changing…she read through it, said it was “dark and tragic” and that “it made her so sad.”
She wasn’t my therapist for very long.
Yeah, I’ve played that game to death at this point, I’m afraid.