The Only Place For Everything

“We just thought you were creative.”

It’s the only semi-validating thing my mother has ever said about my neurodivergence. Of course I am creative. It’s the only place I can purge without judgement, speak without the wrong voice/word/tone, express without consequence, and exist without someone telling me that the mark I very clearly just made… is not how marks are made.

It’s the only place for everything.

There. And the goddamn internet.

“We just thought you were creative.”