I’m reading The Gifts of Imperfection for the first time in several years. In the first chapter she talks about her “dig deep” button. The inner will to push through and carry on. Which leads to burn out. So she came up with an acronym. Deliberate – pray, meditate, or state intentions. Inspired – getContinue reading “Digging Deeper with Brene Brown”
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Before I Knew I Was Autistic…
I used to believe so many things, before I figured out I was autistic, before the diagnosis. I believed I suffered so I could help others heal. I believed I was psychic because I’d given thousands of readings over the decades, and smashed it out of the park for all but a handful that IContinue reading “Before I Knew I Was Autistic…”
The main reason I stopped drinking at 27
My story has always been that I don’t like the taste, but now that I know I’m autistic, as well as, well…when I say a diagnosis, it is a symbol that triggers the opening of a mental room and the characters of me that live in those rooms. I have not been officially diagnosed withContinue reading “The main reason I stopped drinking at 27”
Control, relationships, and bipolar symptoms, oh my.
On November 28 I told a friend I was irrationally angry with a close friend, but my meds were working so I wasn’t ready to end the relationship, yet. So was that the paranoia building up in the manic/hypomanic episode? I recognized my anger was irrational, but I couldn’t dissolve it. Because I felt shutContinue reading “Control, relationships, and bipolar symptoms, oh my.”
I haven’t slept yet.
When I was 6, my sister was traumatized by a clown at the birthday party I shared with my one year old brother, just before we moved away from California to Little Rock, AR, where I remember having one friend I used to walk around the military housing with, in ’87. Then we moved notContinue reading “I haven’t slept yet.”
How I Let Go and Let God
My mother died when I was 12, and Dad dated a psychic after she died. That psychic foresaw me becoming a writer and a tarot reader. And my 13 year old brain accepted the program. My suffering meant something. I was going to help people tell their stories, and share mine so others wouldn’t feelContinue reading “How I Let Go and Let God”
Writing a poem to work out my feelings, but with the skills of a rusty MFA
I’m sorry I acted like my heart was broken open and I was bleeding out When you left and refused communication with me I died I broke again And I put myself back together by raging at you Taking you out of my heart so you couldn’t hurt it more But I kept the hurt,Continue reading “Writing a poem to work out my feelings, but with the skills of a rusty MFA”
Found this on Facebook, using it to spark stories.
Ok, so… Were my special interests…Ancient Egypt, animals, Janet Jackson, Micheal to slightly lesser extent…more socially acceptable because I have boobs, or would they be socially acceptable to the penile variety of ’tism as well? I don’t know, I’ve never been accepted as I am, without masking, by a group big enough to be calledContinue reading “Found this on Facebook, using it to spark stories.”
I’m getting better at this whole identity crisis thing.
I was misdiagnosed at 19 with monopolar depression, usually called Major Depressive Disorder. I was tested so extensively at UCF’s psychology department in 2000, I thought I couldn’t possibly be autistic. My best friend, the one who’s knew me best after my mother died until I started questioning vaccine safety when I was pregnant, toldContinue reading “I’m getting better at this whole identity crisis thing.”
I wish I could have explained what I meant to my Dad before he passed.
2020 broke my brain enough even my PCP could see I was autistic and needed help. 2021 broke my heart. I had to face my internal biases, my fears, my shame, my behavior, and figure myself out so I could change. But I can’t change the way my brain developed. I also couldn’t tell thatContinue reading “I wish I could have explained what I meant to my Dad before he passed.”
Adventures of an Earthborn Alien 