I ignore processing emotions and needs, immediate and routine, under the guise of them wasting energy, but the truth is that I just can't do it. My mind is ravaged by executive dysfunction, and has been for over a decade. There's something in there that wants out, but it can't get out. I like being treated like an idiot sometimes, though. My ex, who is over a foot shorter than me by the way, praised me and treated me like a dog sometimes, and that made me really happy. Too happy.
