Sometimes masking is not rocking or not talking so much or not stimming but it’s mot just that. Sometimes masking is not performing all of les miserables in the McDonald’s queue. Sometimes it’s not screaming “all of these are lies” in a book store. Sometimes it’s not tearing your enemies apart with your teeth. Sometimes it’s trying to stay sane when you feel like a 5 dimensional rhombus shattering through a two dimensional universe over and over but you’re supposed to act like a person.
