I don’t care who sees this. Judging eyes of past school mates or long-gone colleagues. From whoever it is, I often can guess one thing. They feel simply pity. That’s right though, isn’t it right to pity a girl who confesses ‘psychosis’ messed her up. I’m asking for pity aren’t I? No. Because there isContinue reading “scrapbooked sadness of clipart from a psychiatry handout”
Ultimately, I’m going to interact on the internet the way I want to. That may be autistically and monologuing-ly unexciting to any average viewer, but it is exciting for me.
I am searching for a special skill. I haven’t written about autism in awhile.
I started a course in Disability Support today and am anxious for one thing only.
I took a few months off from working on game projects. For a few reasons of being exhausted with life and frustrated with my work. So last year I started my first big solo project called Rubble and Rust. I worked on it consistently and hard for half a year, until “mania” hit me andContinue reading “my thoughts on gamedev (not that I matter or anything)”