This is my last post on finding common ground within my family. Probably. Here is yesterday’s post explaining some of my family history. It’s necessary to at least know the basics before I dive into the latest chapter. My mother is having a really hard time dealing with my father’s dementia. This is not a… Continue Reading
In yesterday’s post, I was talking about a Taiwanese pop song that I really liked, but could not find online. It came up when I was on Zoom with my parents after my father sang several songs, one after the other. I did not want to interrupt him because he has so little that gives… Continue Reading
I don’t want to be normal. I have gotten past that for the most part, and I know that I would be miserable trying to be a normie. I mean, I try to fit in as best as I can without making it uncomfortable for me, but at the heart of it and me, I… Continue Reading
I’m in my mid-fifties and just coming to grips with me being neurodivergent. I spent most of my early days thinking there was something seriously wrong with me, which I touched on in past posts. In the last one, I talked about how my mother’s very old-fashioned Taiwanese expectations of gender really messed me up.… Continue Reading
I have one more post in me about lying, telling the truth, and how the twain shall never meet. This was my last post on the subject, in which I just meandered all over the place. In this post, I want to talk about how I don’t knowingly lie to myself, but how my anxiety… Continue Reading
I’m back to talk more about honesty, lying, having a bad memory, and how I deal with it. Here is my post from yesterday in which I talk about why I hammer out what I remember all the time. I did it before my medical crisis because of how everyone else in my family deep-sixed… Continue Reading
I don’t have a problem lying to other people, but I really don’t like lying to myself. This is another post about truth and lies. Here is my post from yesterday, in which I explored what lying meant to me and why I did not have a problem doing it in certain situations. There was… Continue Reading
I am a liar. I can admit this here. Not about anything I deem important to people I deem important, which is an important distinction to me. I have said to my friends that I am not a moral person, and they have disagreed with me. They have told me that I’m a very moral… Continue Reading
I am neurodivergent. Probably. I have no official diagnosis, but it’s something I’ve slowly come to realize over the past few years. There are many reasons I never considered that I may be autistic, and I want to focus on one of them today. It’s the truism that autistic people can’t lie. They have to… Continue Reading
Yesterday, I wrote about love in the context of family. Here is the post in which I mused about how complicated it can get and how we don’t talk about the fact that some parents don’t love their children. When I state plainly that my parents don’t love me, even my closest friends have a… Continue Reading