well being diagnosed makes me feel more, uh, complete. thats the only way i know how to describe it. I always "knew" but now everyone knows. And now i can get help at the local autism center. I feel ... relieved.
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and the boy cant come over. he seems pretty pissed. they absolutely forbid him to see me, and he always has to tell them where he is. he isn't happy. neither am i. At least i got to hit that shit a few times, but srsly, im kinda sad. He was a nice boy. I still may see him again. I do kind of see their point of why he shouldn't see me, but at the same time think they don't know me and i would be good for him. Oh well.