Your Autistic Life FR/EN/ESBroken bunnies, all the way down.
So, yeah, I was on a date yesterday. It was nice. We kissed, and I caressed them. If I had let them decide, we would have had hanky-panky last night, but I decided to put it off due to the logistics being adverse.
However, the hanky-panky is scheduled for tonight. 
And yes, they are a broken bunny, like everyone else. I'm hoping that they are not so broken as to prevent a relationship.
It's broken bunnies, all the way down.
Weather forecast: 100% chance of broken bunnies.
If you read frustration in my message above, you're not mistaken.
I am frustrated. Pretending otherwise is not the path.
Some would take this frustration as evidence that something *has* to change. They might close themselves off to avoid the frustration. Or take it as a sign that they are being taken advantage of.
I don't think I can remain open to the broken bunnies without experiencing frustration.
Yes, I am frustrated.
Yes, the carpet in my living room is gray.
I don't need to change either.
I need to remain open, for the sake of the broken bunnies that I do reach.
A parade of broken bunnies.
An ex had called it about two years ago. She said I had a knack for finding broken bunnies. She was talking about herself, and another girlfriend of mine.
She did not realize at the time just how right her words would prove to be.
After meeting my current boyfriend, I matched with several folks on the dating apps, but the majority of them have been broken bunnies. So broken that they'd eventually disappear, without explanation. So broken that a relationship with me is not in the cards.
I mentioned it to my boyfriend. He declared himself a broken bunny too. This may be so, but I am glad he is not so broken as to be unable to have a relationship with me.
I've recently matched with another broken bunny. They are suffering from the effects of long COVID, and had a flare up today. We haven't met yet. I hope that we will meet.
I like to soothe my broken bunnies.
"There's no happily ever after, when you're the broken bunny wrangler."
More prophetic words were never uttered.
My broken bunny left the prairie during the night. He unmatched. I have no means to reconnect.
I have no clear indication of what happened. Feeld unfortunately requires some forethought when you want to give closure to someone. If you write a final message and unmatch right away, then the other person won't get your final message. At most, there may be a brief notification.
This kid had liked me from afar. I thought he might have a car, but he did not. His trip yesterday easily took 2 hours by public transportation. This is a lot, even for me, who has no trouble with public transportation.
I figure that he realized that the public transportation factor would kill him, and he unmatched.
A bunny, broken.
My ex-bf did not take public transportation *at all* because of his anxiety.
I think this kids was somewhere between "not anxious" and "as bad as my ex." He probably needed a good rest after public transportation. Saw the cost, and decided that he wasn't ready for a relationship with me, or for a relationship at all.
I got from him that dating had been overwhelming. I'm not terribly surprised. It can be really hard for #neurodivergent people.
Goodbye broken bunny. May you find the contentment you long for.
#BrokenBunnies #BrokenBunnyWrangler #HappilyEverAfter #dating #neurodivergent
"There's no happily ever after, when you're the broken bunny wrangler."
Misty peered into my heart and expressed what she saw there. She said that I had a "knack for finding broken bunnies."
At that time, the broken bunnies she was referring to were her and Anya. These girls, whom I loved, were both broken. We were in a threesome.
Since then, I ran into other broken bunnies. My last encounter with a broken bunny happened today.
I matched with a young man on the dating apps a few weeks back. After some days of silence, he decided to talk to me again today. I offered a date, but he said no. Later in the day, he texted me saying that he'd be going to an event I was going to. His texts were enthusiastic. I had no idea of what was to come.
He made his way to the event, but as soon as he arrived, I could feel his sheer anxiety. He locked himself up in the bathroom for an eternity to get away from the overstimulation.
He came out. We had not talked about it, so I asked if he was neurodivergent. He answered affirmatively, confirming what I had suspected.
He did not stay long after that. His social battery was depleted. He excused himself, and returned home.
A bunny, broken.
😔
I did my best to comfort him. I did send him a text later telling him that I want to see him again. I have no clue if this is going to be enough.