Oct 17, 2022
6 min read
Breaking Up With Willy Wonka
A few years ago I had the pleasure of going on about a dozen dates with an autistic woman who will not be named herein. I had chased her on and off for three years up to that point, and was quite excited that she’d begun to reciprocate. Being autistic myself I thought we would be effortlessly compatible. Instead it was like seeing myself from the outside, something I cannot do unaided, for the first time in my life.
