Inconvenient truths
These bluebells have sprung up overnight. For winter, spring is an inconvenient truth. But seasons do not have power structures. The online autistic community is always up in arms about an unexplained ‘hate’ that they draw from allistics, my understanding of it would better align with a different sentiment – discomfort. One of the possible reasons for this discomfort is that we bring inconvenient truths to the table, like pulling out a dripping lobster from underneath in the middle of a vegetarian company dinner and landing it with a thud so that the sauce splatters all over the white sheets, a few drops land on the ties of the bosses. My biggest takeaway from my time in the vacuum between my second and third lives (I am unsure if calling them lives or masks is more palatable) is a more evolved understanding of this discomfort. The shattering of my second mask (I believe mask is appropriate in this line, life is more appropriate in the former) entailed facing a few inconvenient tr...