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"You're so lucky you don't have kids," I laughed, digging through my diaper bag for a wipe I could use to clean up the sour-milk puke on my blouse.

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"If you want people to like you," I asked, "why don't you put in the effort to fit in a little more?"

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I finally found the courage to walk into the police station, to wipe off the makeup that concealed the bruises, to tell the truth, but everyone believed my abuser over me.

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I realized very quickly that it was nothing about me that attracted you, but rather your need to tend to broken things.

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For the first time in months, I had the clarity and focus to lose myself in a book for hours, and I dove into my favorite author's latest novel like a starving man at a banquet.

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People say I'm not disabled, I'm neurodivergent.

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Sometimes it seems like I'm the only person of my generation without at least a trace of impostor syndrome.

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People talk about the age of consent as if it's a fact of nature rather than a principle of law, as if there's something that happens at midnight on that particular birthday that makes you magically ready to have sex.

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She'd always hated the term "childfree."

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The passage of time is the only thing that can stop me loving you: little by little I think about you less and less, and the yearning that rips through my soul like a scream settles down to a whisper.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
"You're so lucky you don't have kids," I laughed, digging through my diaper bag for a wipe I could use to clean up the sour-milk puke on my blouse.	661
"If you want people to like you," I asked, "why don't you put in the effort to fit in a little more?"	645
I finally found the courage to walk into the police station, to wipe off the makeup that concealed the bruises, to tell the truth, but everyone believed my abuser over me.	644
I realized very quickly that it was nothing about me that attracted you, but rather your need to tend to broken things.	625
For the first time in months, I had the clarity and focus to lose myself in a book for hours, and I dove into my favorite author's latest novel like a starving man at a banquet.	597
People say I'm not disabled, I'm neurodivergent.	577
Sometimes it seems like I'm the only person of my generation without at least a trace of impostor syndrome.	564
People talk about the age of consent as if it's a fact of nature rather than a principle of law, as if there's something that happens at midnight on that particular birthday that makes you magically ready to have sex.	550
She'd always hated the term "childfree."	545
The passage of time is the only thing that can stop me loving you: little by little I think about you less and less, and the yearning that rips through my soul like a scream settles down to a whisper.	529