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Mall Rage and Stupid Songs

The Not So Merry Autistic Christmas

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Let’s just be honest, I’m not what you’d call a patient person on any day of the week. Everything about me moves quickly, my mind, my feet, everything and I’ve never really gotten comfortable with slowing any of that down for others. Part of that’s because I’m Autistic. And for me, the holidays are the absolute worst!




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Misty Rae

Misty Rae

Former legal eagle. Wife, mother, nature lover, chef, writer and all-around free spirit looking to write her way back to the ocean.

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