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”