all of the collective energy wasted fighting against instead of working with their neurodivergent brains. all the tears and tantrums and frustrations and depressions caused by a world demanding *conform or else*. i can accomodate him but i can't force accomodations for them all. unfair and unjust.

and it makes me really sad to think of all the years before we met, and of all the people like him out here grinding away feeling like they're running as fast as they can to stay in the same place, and wondering why the fuck they can't just do the things that it seems like everyone else can do.

paramour is in his late 30s and had only recently figured out he's nd when we met and is still, six months in, stupidly, ridiculously grateful for every time i plan around his timeblindness, or follow along with his dolphin mind tangents, or just let him zone out and go quiet when we're together