I was never a people fan. I faked it. It was uncomfortable but at the time, I had no clue about autism or any of that. It was just expected that we go out into the world, get a job and deal with other humans.

Granted some people I did genuinely enjoy. Like there was the little criminal kid from a local first nation. He was handsome, charming and brilliant, but saw no hope outside a life of crime. And there was the gay artist whose mother took him out of her will for being who he was as if it were a shock. It wasn't. She'd lived with him and his husband for years. He was a sweet guy and he didn't even want money, just some old sheet music and to scatter her ashes on the ocean. So not all bad.