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Mithos@mithos343.bsky.social |
I have fantasies about confronting my mother's actual self and asking her why, but even in my fantasies and imagination I never get an answer that makes sense. Like the screen fades then. At least with Dad, he saw his own autism in me, and his own self-loathing reflected in me. I know that.
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