New at finding someone (as well as finding myself)

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I am new and I did not find a topic that I find engaging....so I made my own...
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As an adult navigating life as a neurodivergent individual, I often struggle with expressing my emotions and connecting with others. However, I am beginning to embrace my strengths and gain clarity about areas where I can grow. This journey has been challenging as I work to discover who I am and learn to accept and appreciate myself for the unique person that I am...

I want to navigate the world of dating as a neurodivergent individual, but I’m not sure where to start. Understanding how to connect meaningfully while staying true to myself feels both challenging and essential.

It's been a few years but the rules can't have changed that much.

The first step was to locate a rusty boxcutter and with it, open yourself from xaphoid to pudenda..
Whilst the harpies and the angels are squabbling over your precious vapours collect whatever crumbs of providence are dislodged and embed them in your abdominal cavity.
Using cling wrap to retain your internal organs, find the needle and thread and wander around the marketplace uttering the spell

Rhapso, Rhapso mend my soul
Grant me the favour of one with the skill to render me whole.
Bind me to them in perpetual obedience
And bless me with the grace to die first.

With shaking hands, I tie shadows around my chest, pulling tight over my trembling heart. From my chest, the stitches hum a soft, mournful tune, sealing flesh to fate. The angels remain silent, but I stand firm. My open wounds echo my cries.
I gather small pieces of hope and press them into the emptiness inside me a fragile shield over my heart’s chaos.
With quiet words and slow steps, I enter the marketplace. The spell spills from my lips, a plea for help:

Rhapso, Rhapso mend my soul.
Stitch my essence with a needle of light and with steady hands. Bind me to them, the one ,the healer, the sculptor of wholeness. Let them reforge me,and grant me the grace to fall before their eternal labor tires.
Rhapso, Rhapso mend my soul.