I’m back to talk more about dementia. At the end of the last post, I veered into talking about how my mother nags and nags until she gets what she wants. She’s been that way all her life, and she taught all of us, including my father, to give in more often than not. Maybe… Continue Reading
I was talking about my father’s dementia yesterday. In my own meandering way, I was grieving for…what exactly, I’m not sure. Not my relationship with my father because that’s always been strained. That’s putting it politely. I’ll be blunt. We don’t have a relationship; we never have. My father spent most of my childhood not… Continue Reading
My father has dementia. He has had it for over twenty years ago. He’s almost 85, which means it was early-onset dementia. It also meant that we weren’t sure what it was for quite some time. It was obvious he was failing, but we did not know why. He retired around that time, and my… Continue Reading
In yesterday’s post, I was musing about not even considering that I might be autistic. Plus a bunch of other things, too. I was saying how because of the norm being so engrained (and pushed), you can’t even see that there might be something else. Social skills? Of course everyone knows that when someone asks… Continue Reading
In yesterday’s post, I was musing about how stereotypes of autism blocked me from realizing that I might actually have it. Another one that really tripped me up was how autistic people miss nonverbal/social cues. I have read and heard it said so many times that if you want an autistic person to understand your… Continue Reading
I have a lot more to say about neurodivergency and society. In yesterday’s post, I talked about how society is more aware of the issue in general these days than, say, twenty years ago. Some people complain that everyone thinks they’re neurodivergent these days (much like some people complain that everyone thinks they’re nonbinary/trans/genderfluid these… Continue Reading
In yesterday’s post, I was talking about empathy. Why? Well, because I can. But also because other people consider it one of my strongest trait whereas I see it almost as much of a flaw as an asset. Not a flaw exactly, but a negative. I think I would feel less that way if I… Continue Reading
In yesterday’s post, I talked more about the family dysfunction that papered over my neurospiciness for far too long. I mentioned how my mother struggled with my brother because he has the classic male symptoms of autism. By the way, when I said to him a few months before my medical crisis (in early September… Continue Reading
I want to talk more about neurodiversity. Yes, again. Deal with it. Did you know that part of ADHD is hyperfocus? It’s OK if you didn’t because many people don’t. Rightly so because it’s always talkead about as if it’s just a lack of focus or the inability to focus, but it doesn’t have to… Continue Reading
In yesterday’s post, I went off on a tangent because of course I did about how much I love tangents/side notes/footnotes/side roads. Then, because I’m me, I spent a healthy chunk of time on that instead of what I actually meant to write about. Which, in this case, turned out to be about how much… Continue Reading