When Sharing Starts to Spill Over No one has ever told me I’ve crossed a boundary, but I’ve realised I don’t know where they lie. As someone who is neurodivergent, my coping mechanism resembles a leaking bucket: perpetually full, yet still being topped up. Though I’ve never received a formal complaint, I’ve noticed the patterns: brain-dumping when overwhelmed, taking roundabout paths to simple answers, and talking just to avoid saying the "wrong" thing. Nothing has gone wrong
