And as one of those subjects, I can report that I certainly enjoyed talking with you and sharing. But I didn't feel particularly "seen." We weren't doing therapy, after all. You wanted to know my story, and I wanted to tell it to someone likely to understand.

In that respect, our conversation went great. I had an easier time talking to you than I have talking to people who are neither artistic nor queer. You immediately understood certain things that I would have had to struggle to communicate to somebody else.

But then, we spent plenty of time clarifying and getting into details, because (obviously?) you're not a mind reader. I didn't expect you would be.

I enjoyed talking to you about as much (meaning: a lot) as I enjoy talking to other queer, autistic people, some of whom I talk to just about every day.

It's a testament to your writing skills that people believe they know you and feel like they should stan. It's a testament to the good work you do.

I'm sorry that the downside is a lack of privacy. For those of us who are both queer and autistic, that can be super uncomfortable and toxic.