I’ll be traveling for work this week, so this may be more an endeavor in collecting stories than writing them.
Maybe I can share one Hunter-level quirk, though — airports and air travel don’t much bother me anymore.
You’d think that’d be triggers within triggers, but not anymore.
I’ve done this so much that it’s its own routine. Even the delays. Waiting. Standing by. Being in close proximity with others. Cramped spaces.
In a way it’s gotten predictable. And I like predictable. I like that I can plan.
Granted, I hate not having my family around, so I do feel a bit exposed. But with AirPods and with a good ability to have something to work on (like this blog) or to sleep at the drop of a hat, I’ve come around on autism airborne.
Sure, it only took about hundred flights over my few decades of life, but I’ve arrived 🙂
Catch you next week; I can’t wait to share some upcoming tales.