Bub’s Steam Deck came in the mail yesterday!

I’m in the process of setting that up for him. I need to get a microSD card for it so that he has access to all of his games, and I’m in the process of having one shipped to my house now. It’ll get here when it gets here, and then I can finish putting this thing together and give it to him for his birthday. The theme of this year’s birthday is (probably what it has always been, but with a bit more oomph this time) games, because Bub loves games. That’s one of the ways that we’ve bonded over the years, and I see absolutely no harm in it.

I also got my formal assessment results in the mail, and I am autistic! Not that I wasn’t told that I was after I completed testing, and I don’t see it as a disability (I do have mild adaptive deficits, but a lot of those come from anxiety, and I have generalized anxiety disorder largely caused and exacerbated by… well, my mother, who I’ve written about, and who I’ll probably continue to touch on in subsequent posts to flesh this out a bit further). I have the results kept in the bottom dresser of my drawer where I tend to keep important things that I’m not going to need to grab on a regular basis, things that I’m probably not going to need to grab at a moment’s notice for some reason, so it is what it is. I mean, I already knew that I was autistic, so… yeah…