When I've finished a whole album's worth of my own music, and it's on a CD, and I'm listening to it, and I'm happy with it. No better joy for me, because this is my special interest, and it keeps the pain away.
Anything I do that I need to in a way that doesn't drain me because I'm working with my autistic needs rather than against them, it's good, feels like I found my own personal cheat codes to deal with executive dysfunction.
