It seems that fate has deemed that I did not get a thorough enough education in invisible disability from my chronic pain.  Since that has been reduced to the category of problematic, rather than life-altering, a new demon has arisen to take its place.

In December of 2015, I discovered I was a high-functioning autistic.  I had assumed that being armed and open with this knowledge would be more than enough to forestall any future difficulties with it.

I was incorrect.

Welcome to Book Two:  “mind”