Peopling is hard. Peopling with strangers is harder. When you’re neurodivergent, every social situation can feel like a slow-moving catastrophe of missed cues and faux pas.
As my husband and I stepped into the hotel for the Horror Writers Association’s annual StokerCon gathering, disaster seemed to loom.
I faced three days of intense peopling. Surely, I would screw it up somehow.We walked into a sea of black-clothed people in nametags.Read more on additudemag.com