- being helpful to people who don't actually like me. They might have liked my kindness, my talent for listening or that I'd bent over backwards to make sure they were comfortable. But I'm actually someone, not just a service, so yeah, nope.
- chasing after people who don't actually like me. It's ok, I'm taking care of my belonging wound. I'm finding my people. It's allowed to not like me.
- centering men, their experience, their comfort, their advice, or their point of view. It's just not relevant to my life. And being relevant to my life is obviously what ought to matter to me.
- caring about being perfect and morally irreproachable 100% of the time. It's a very hard one, and goes against all my autistic instincts. But fuck that.
Clearly, the unmasking process is on its way.
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