I am one of the two.𧡠about how #ActuallyAutistic folk process grief:
π¦ https://twitter.com/mykola/status/1516057830310256642
(this is a re-post of the most important Twitter thread I wrote)
there is an addendum to the original Twitter thread, which i want to re-write before bringing over. and i'm spent from migrating over the "main" thread tonight. thank you for reading.
grief, death of loved ones
This story is gonna meander. Because grief. Here goes.
Prelude:
I lost my maternal grandfather, who was more like a father to me than my actual dad, when I was 19.
I couldn't leave my bed for days. I couldn't eat. I got physically ill from the stress, and lack of self care.
My mother died 8 years later. She was my favorite person in the whole world. I still feel like part of me is buried with her. An important part of me. A part I miss almost as much as I miss her.