Vexed

Finished reading Wired Our Own Way. The only piece that irked me and felt fabricated was the one written by Anonymous.
So, you decided to have FOUR children knowing that you are autistic, so they might be too? I exclaimed.
Do you actually work, woman?
And, where's the father, for ancient gods' sake?

I know these thoughts are harsh and I may have completely misinterpreted her story, but that's what I thought, and that's what I scribbled.

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At some point during the day, we managed to organise my shoes into sixteen new plastic boxes (of course, it doesn't mean that I have only sixteen pairs of shoes, we're talking here about the ones that weren't properly displayed ;)). It feels like a meaningful achievement.