I guess my cosmic brick is a combination of being gay and being autistic. But the brick never slammed into me; I've carried it ever since I can remember. From my earliest schoolboy days, my intense social awkwardness around other boys combined with a (sometimes unrecognized) yearning, to knock me out of any possible equilibrium.

So for me, I think the metaphor of carrying the brick is pretty apt. Yet, it's definitely a brick, a heavy weight indeed.

Thanks for giving me the chance to think about that!