Literally every day is a struggle for me. I’m not depressed, I don’t have an abusive home life, I haven’t suffered any unimaginable trauma. None of these things apply to me. Life is just that little bit more difficult for me because, well, I’m a bit special.
In the time it takes me to get from home to work in the morning, I will have already suffered through a series of clumsy, forgetful, ridiculous events which will continue throughout my day, everyday. In all other respects I’m a normal functioning member of society, it just tends to take me a little longer to get from A to B.
To combat this I have to keep my wardrobe easy. Not basic, just simple enough that I don’t have to spend time fussing around. This allows me to be my awkward self and still make it to the church on time, looking like I haven’t spilled my coffee, got my skirt caught in my car door and emptied the entire contents of my bag onto the floor on