Lessons, learned

Communication is hard. And even though I want to, I won’t quit trying to do better.

I don’t mean to be an asshole. But sometimes I come across as such.

I’d rather not walk around announcing “I’m Autistic” to everyone—it’s not an excuse. But it’s often the missing piece needed to bridge the divide between communication styles.¹

Last week, I didn’t tell someone when I should have. Or, I just never should’ve said anything in the first place.

I hurt someone with my words, and that’s never something I want.

Two weeks before my middle child's birthday party, I emailed a massive baked goods order to our favorite gluten-free bakery. They have detailed instructions on their website which requests that all custom cakes orders are emailed to them with the required specifications.

I organized the custom cake submission with bullet points and sections, plus some extra baked goods the Birthday Kiddo asked for.

I got busy, and about four days before the party, I received a one-sentence email back from the bakery: The Cake designer will be unable to fulfill your request.