In 850 words or less, that's my life until I learned, at age 56, that I'm autistic.
It feels odd to say, "Years ago, I used to blog every day," but my Leslee-ness yearns to peek out and blossom again.
July 2020 will ring in my memory for a while. Not because of COVID-19, protests, elections, or wildfires. On July 7, a video chat announced that I'd lost my job. For the third time in four years, unemployed. My inner liberty bell rang — time to quit trying. The job-loss showed me how deeply Autism* … Continue reading writing — because i can