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Like last month, if you weren't available to join Book Club live, you can check out the EXTRA-LONG discussion with Peter O'Neil for your listening and/or viewing pleasure as we explore My So-Called Disorder: Autism, Exploding Trucks, and the Big Daddy of Rock and Roll.

Folks who were there know what's on deck for next month. Stay tuned for the official announcement!

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Erin Hutton

I'm neurodiverse, but no diagnosis. My entire family on my dad's side are on the spectrum, from mild to severe. Maybe I learned some of it. I am interested to know if anyone else on the spectrum, or simply self-diagnosed neurodiverse, is struggling with Long-Covid like I am. It's like I knew how to work my brain until I got sick, and now it feels like my brain is a tool I no longer understand. Anyone?

Erin Hutton

How can we connect? I'd love to exchange any experiences with things that work and things that don't. I feel so alone in this struggle, and I KNOW there are many like us.

Peter O'Neil

I am listening to this and heard/understood for the first time Matt use the word "gala," which he described as complete nightmares to attend. Once, essentially melting down at such an event, hiding by the bar, waiting to escape, music thumping, revelry everywhere around me, I was attacked first by the organizer, then by her husband, each sliding up dramatically under strobe lights, arms akimbo, hips gyrating to the song "Brick House, " thinking they could lure me into dancing and having "fun." I am a bit ashamed to say I rejected both, vehemently, rudely, with finality, (I suspect from their expressions neither had ever been rejected in their lives, and so they were slow on the uptake and required firm refusals.) Neither has ever spoken to me or acknowledged me again! Such is autistic life at a "gala."

Matt Cameron

Yes, exactly. I am barely able to complete a sentence in those environments, and it is all the more stressful because they are always full of professionals trying to impress each other and I am rarely less impressive than when I am trying to meet (or more to the point *not* to meet) strangers in loud crowded rooms. I can't think of a word in the English language with a worse proportion of "that sounds like fun" to "actual fun" than "gala"