Nov 1, 2025
There is a constant weight on my chest being disabled, aromantic, ace, and autistic. Among other things. I crave a QPR. A good job. An understanding friend group and family. Not to say my friends and family aren't lovley but they truly dont get any of these things. I feel like im trapped behind a show room glass. Im an anomaly everywhere I go. Too weird to have say. Too weird to have input. Im proud to be me and I love myself enough to not hide these parts of myself. But its suffocating sometimes. Especially around the holidays. I wish acceptance in society wasnt so difficult.
