I'm autistic, and long story short, the past month I finally got the hang of things. Going to my educational obligations thrice a week, & work. Sure, didn't always succeed, was always beat afterwards, still haven't hung out with friends (if i still got those), but shit was looking up.

This last week was horrible - everything was rescheduled which just meant I stayed home. The whole autism & needing consistent planning ain't a meme folks. But I was hopeful for next week, was going to do so well and meet my goals. I thought I wouldn't be desoriented and aimless for long. And whaddya know, I tested positive for covid 4 hours ago. Whole week fucked again. And complete uncertainty of the future: I won't know when I can leave isolation for another week. The week after next I'll have off... so that means another week without consistent anything. I'm scared of how hard it'll be to get back into it by then.

Luckily I've got the help of a lovely social worker/outpatient aid worker (whatev the English term is), but that won't make the next few weeks easy. /rant