Parties and PTSD

I swear to God I won’t write all 30 of my posts about my social struggles, but tonight was a few parts brutal combined with maybe one part hopeful. Continue reading

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Social interactions gone wrong

The other day I was texting with a friend like, “Hi – how are you? Fine. How are you? Long time no talk. Want to do lunch soon? Anything new in your life? Etc. etc. etc.,” when suddenly, out of bumf#ck nowhere, totally off topic, this friend texts me, “Kathleen (long lost acquaintance) had a baby boy yesterday.” Continue reading