Pages to dull a heartache away...
Being autistic meant that there weren't a ton of programs to go around to help people like myself (understatement of the century). That meant always having to be transferred around from school to school. The same endless cycle of meeting teachers, and good people(sometimes) only then having to suddenly drop all of it, start anew at another district, rinse and repeat. If I hadn't felt disconnected from the world already, the transfers had dug the hole even ...
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