Today’s been hard. My autistic tendencies have flared up — perhaps from overworking myself these past few days — and made communication with Miss I. difficult.
We cleared up heavy matters in the afternoon, but this evening I started to find myself talking in loops again, until Isabelle finally interrupted me.
Putting one hand on my knee and looking straight at me, she got my attention and said plainly: “I ban you from speaking.”
For the next ten minutes, I felt my mind slowly unspool.