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”
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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”
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.”
Reflecting on my teenage self; she didn’t know she really was alien.
Thinking about myself as a teen college student and feeling like I should send some professors apologies…lol If they are still alive. Sadly, most of my favorites have died. I thought I sounded excited when I sounded arrogant. I thought, when they said treat them as peers, that I should treat them the way theContinue reading “Reflecting on my teenage self; she didn’t know she really was alien.”
A New Voice In My Head Emerged This Morning.
Her name is Sheila and her favorite color is amethyst. I tried to type this story up earlier, and had my husband read it. He got it, and I deleted it instead of publishing it because seven planets are in retrograde and my butt chakra hurts, or some shit. I don’t know. What I doContinue reading “A New Voice In My Head Emerged This Morning.”
I successfully avoided my feelings all day, until my sissy of the heart told me how I was really feeling. I managed to hold onto my denial until Keith came in and started infodumping about German goth rock. Bless him, but I have no audio or visual for many of the words he dumped, andContinue reading
Imagining Universal Income and how it might change society/culture.
This longish exploration of my thinking starts sad/mad and ends hopeful. I think. 😁. Sparked by reading about Dahmer’s father…and ends with a brief thought about the Bible I’ll explore more later… I have felt passionately, since I was a young child, that parents are to blame when children murder. But now, at 42, IContinue reading “Imagining Universal Income and how it might change society/culture.”
Adventures of an Earthborn Alien 