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Who am I?
I’ve spent a lot of time over the last few years trying to answer that question. I wasn’t diagnosed with ADHD until my 30s, and I’m still figuring out the whole autism thing. When you’ve been masking your entire life, it becomes hard to tell where that ends and the reality begins. In my 20s,…
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I fucked up. I’m still here.
I cheated on my ex-wife. That’s the part people usually whisper. I’m not whispering. I’m not bragging either. This isn’t absolution. It’s a crash log. I’ve done things I regret, and things I’ll never regret even if I probably should. I’ve lied. I’ve ghosted. I’ve hurt people I loved and people who loved me. Sometimes…