On this rainy afternoon, I'm left wondering to myself "What could've been?". I haven't been in the mood to interact with anyone, much less my mother. She's out with papá at the moment, Val has taken Vivienne and Eden out for the day so they can spend time together. Abuelo, Abuela and Olivia are out on their usual errands. That leaves just Maya and I at home, once again.
The hardest thing that I find to talk to mom about is my autism. Her exposure of it is through Vivienne, and Viv is very different to who I am. Viv shows their talents through logical thinking, I show mine through creativity. It's a spectrum for feck's sake, s p e c t r u m. That means there are a variety of differences in every single person and no two autistic people are the same. God, she's almost like one of those neurotypical "autism warriors". Vomit.
She seems so... disinterested in what I do and what I'm into. It's almost like this trip is out of pure inconvenience to her. Probably to do with the fact she had me, went insane and then ran away. Either way, she has damaged me and my siblings in more than one way.
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The Trials and Tribulations of a so-called Trouble Teen
General FictionThings never seem to go smoothly for Evin. Each day presents a new challenge for them, sometimes more difficult than others. Despite all this, they power through life their way and they won't stop at anything until they achieve their goals, or justi...
