E. J. Dawson


When everyone says we’re going to go back to the way things used to be, I’m going to respond with quiet sweetness; no we’re fucking not.

Yesterday at the dentist I had a breakdown. A full on public display of my autism. He was putting a needle in the roof of my mouth for root canal work, and I was breathing slowly and painfully through it. He told me to keep breathing, to breath with him, and I did but he went too fast. I lost it. The mask slipped through my fingers, my tenacious grip failing as… Read More