autistic author

I dropped the ball again. Except—as I heard someone once share how they manage the demands of Life—to me this was a rubber ball, not a glass one. I know this will bounce back, but I still should have shared yesterday. Anyway…I’d like you to meet two new friends of mine: Mr. & Mrs. Shroom. They hang out with me at work to let my coworkers know whether I’m having a good or bad mental health day. If good, Mrs. Shroom hangs out with me; if bad, well…her grumpy spouse joins me instead. ...

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