I see lots of “do my friends secretly hate me?” content but not nearly enough “are my friends only hanging out with me for brief moments of entertainment and are mere moments away from dropping me like the replaceable court jester I am?” content.
The five neurodivergent love languages: infodumping, parallel play, support swapping, Please Crush My Soul Back Into My Body, and "I found this cool rock/button/leaf/etc and thought you would like it"
So much of academia has been justified with "I suffered through this, and I made it. You'll be okay."
No, dear reader, I will not be "okay," and I don't think you're "okay" either despite having "made it."
@itsdorothybonch NOT TO BE DRAMATIC BUT THERE IS NOTHING THAT MAKES ME FEEL SAFER THAN A GOOD MASSAGE WITH SOMEONE NICE & (emotionally) SOFT BUT WHO STILL GOES HARD AF TO GET MY KNOTS OUT