Someone said it to me again recently.
Old soul.
They meant it as a compliment — I know that. There's warmth in it. A kind of recognition. And yet I've been sitting with it ever since, turning it over like a stone you find on a trail that's shaped just a little too perfectly to put down. Because here's the thing: I've been hearing it my whole life. And so have a lot of us. There's a pattern that shows up quietly in neurodivergent communities — the kind of pattern you only notice once you start...