Maybe it is age, maybe it is all the horrible things happening in the world, or many there are just so many more people concerned about the things I have been concerned with so long and it lets me be less intense, but I have been feeling the need for some less intense pieces.

It begin by trying to thing of a happy word and I ended on “consent.” It feels like it backfired on me because it turned into “con sent,” which feels like it turned it dark pretty fast but I felt the need to finish it anyways. And then the yarn that was pink, once finished and up with the yellow, started looking red. I am sure there are those out there for who needing consent is really just a con, whereas I see it is a unifying concept underpinning so many of the good parts of law.

Another day, as I was thinking through the autism constructs and defining myself and not having an official diagnosis and how I would not feel like an official diagnosis would settle the matter and how I have enough letting others decide things for me, I landed on “non-autistic autistic” which I liked very much.