Your Autistic Life FR/EN/ESMisty 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.
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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.