When the Way You Love Things Is “Too Much”; or: Why I Went to Portmeirion
As an autistic child, I scrambled to figure out when my passions became too overbearing, too ‘me’ for other people.
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The Prisoner—y friends responded with an enthusiasm so pronounced that even I, a person who still constantly second-guesses her ability to read other people, knew it was genuine.
All of which, I suppose, is my way of saying that there’s this weird little village in Wales. One of my favorite shows was shot there. But that’s only one of the reasons I’m kind of obsessed with it.
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