Like a rubber band pulled too tightly, I could feel the snap happen before it manifested with my standing up and walking out of the girl friend’s dinner party. Reaching the little black thing, I dropped inside as the hot tears spilled down my cheeks. I was not one of them, no matter how hard I tried, I was not. I was supposed to be a leader, but I was not! Now, I had just made a final move to remove myself from this group. I hadn’t planned for it to be dramatic like this, but my insides were combusting and I just couldn’t do it one moment longer. It wasn’t any of them individually, it was just collectively something happened when we were all together. Maybe it was when one of them said, “We already know your trauma and story. Let’s move on!” Maybe it was all the small talk about things I just didn’t care about and didn’t want to participate in. Maybe it was because I was a high functioning autistic person? Who knows? What I do know was that everything changed in that moment.