I’m in your seat.

I understand that all these platitudes about how a person should behave are good things, so I try to do them. I try to be a good person in all these ways and try to not be an asshole is all those.

And here I am as an unhappy mid-thirties autistic fuck with unfilled needs. I don’t understand how to weigh my own needs against all these platitudes, if I need it but it’s bad to seek it in any of the ways available to me, then I won’t get it. Simple.

Whereas other people have some magical spectrum they measure things on that tell them when it’s okay to break any of the rules they believe in because “this was right for me”.

Edit: Excuse me, I’m really grumpy today

Hey! Me too! Was your prosopagnosia home grown or was your brain also hit by a truck?

I know it involves a test of testosterone levels. I don’t know the limits of those tests, how much testosterone means a person isn’t a woman anymore.