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Prison Blog

In which Possum recounts his experiences as an offender in the system.

Possum Bones is autistic. He has identified as a dirty kid in the past, and he’s attended multiple rainbow gatherings. He has several years left to serve in the Washington Correctional system.

He has been making art since he could sit up. He communicates better in writing than speech. If you are interested in the experience of an autistic person doing prison time, check out his Prison Blog. If you are a fan of comic art, underground/outsider music, Lovecraft, Clarke Ashton Smith, Murakami, Cixui Liu, etc.

Happiness 9/12/18

Maybe I’ll relapse into depression when I’m sentenced/my life situation changes, but I’m no longer suicidal. I just don’t think about it.

I think maybe, because I’m autistic, I’ve grown used to being in opposition with my environment, in terms of social awareness and sensory input, severe anxiety. The thing about anxiety is, when you overcome it there’s no pat on the back. People just think you did something normal. But internally, you’ve just expended energy.

Maybe the reason I’m not so depressed now is because I’ve got something to struggle against in this environment, which is maybe what I’ve become used to. On the street, I’ll just avoid social contact, which for me is always hard. I’ll withdraw.

When I used to force myself out into public by going to rainbow gatherings or traveling, It always made me feel a little better. At home, I get depressed. But I don’t think it’s just a need for people. It’s more. I’m only happy when the world wants me to be sad. Times when I should be happy, I’m sad; but when things are “the worst” I’m happy, Maybe it’s my stereotypical rebelliousness.

Elisa Carlson