One month from tomorrow I’m being tested to find out whether I qualify for RFK’s registry.
I’ve been dragging my feet on this for about two years, while our youngest daughter has been saying, “Dad, that thing you’re doing right there? Classic autism.”
See you in the upcoming farm compound for neurodivergents! I’ll be the one playing contraband RPGs with diced potatoes.
You’ll be there with two of my brothers and two of my kids. Maybe you can put a gaming group together.
The VA diagnosed me 3 years ago. You’ll be in good company.