Went out for dinner with Zoe’s parents. Shut down at the end as I tend to do.

Then had to walk back home through the city centre which was a riot of overstimulation and horrific. Just needed to get away so I walked really fast.

Every time I did this before I was like, “what the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I like this?” And I’d get angry with myself and that would often devolve into an argument.

But I now know exactly why I’m like this.

And it isn’t my fault.

And there was no argument.