I walked by him, I stared intensely in terror as I prepared my starfish and kicked in my post traumatic stress flashing back on l of the sins in my life waiting to be raped or stabbed and passively dialate my pupils as if I've snorted a line of coke. We're locked now, maybe for mere seconds, he doesn't realize it but I've read him like a graphic novel. I make it very clear I have autism and I give him a small nod making sure not to smile, as he smiles I look quickly away diverting my eyes harder than flight 93 into the World Trade Center. As his pace quickens and my pulse slows I realize I've survived another vicious encounter.
How do I cure social anxiety w/o bleach?
