I’ve been talking in the past several posts about my family, and here is something I rarely admit out loud. One of the reasons I get so frustrated when my mother goes down the negativity route is becuase it echoes the monkey chatter in my brain as well. I can ‘what if’ until the cows… Continue Reading
I’m back with one more post about family. Here is yesterday’s post in which I talked about how sad my father’s life is now. I feel a little bad for him, but at the same time, it’s the logical consequence of his previous behavior/attitude. It’s something I contemplate from time to time because my parents… Continue Reading
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 my third post about finding common ground within difficult relationships, I want to talk a bit more about why at this point, I’ll take whatever I can get. In the last post, I mused about it, but wasn’t really explicit about the reasons for my conclusion. Let’s start with a little backstory. Yes, I’ve… 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
The last time I talked to my parents (before tonight), it was on Zoom the night before yesterday. It was mostly my mother and I talking because my father is not all there these days. His dementia is getting worse by the day, and it’s really sad to see. Side note: No matter how bad… 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’m back with even more musing about lying. Here’s yesterday’s post on the subject, and about a sprinkling about other things, too. I talked to my mother earlier tonight, and I was hyper-aware of how she was lying to herself. My father has dementia. My mother knows this and tries to get my father to… 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