Am I good enough for anyone to stay?
They were never cruel. Never intentionally hurtful. They weren't rude or malicious. Yet somehow, people still got hurt. A mind wired differently can make friendship feel like walking through a room full of invisible rules. They miss cues others seem to understand instinctively. They push themselves to fit in, to act normal, to belong somewhere. And they keep pushing until they can't anymore. People say they understand. They say, "You'll grow out of it," or "It'll get better with age." The funny thing is, they left. The disorder didn't. It stayed. Quietly. Persistently. Existing long after the people who promised understanding disappeared. They wanted others to understand them, but explaining themselves became exhausting. How do you describe thoughts that even you struggle to untangle? How do you explain why simple things feel complicated, why overthinking never stops, why every interaction gets replayed a hundred times afterward? And then there a...