In yesterday’s post, I wrote about how two things that were almost the complete opposite of each other can both be true at the same time. My example was how it’s the social norm to greet each other with small talk. “Hello, how are you?” I’m good, and you?” Or, “Hey,” with a nod and… Continue Reading
One thing that tipped me into thinking I might be autistic is that I have always felt like an alien. I talked about it with an online friend who is autistic, and I said those exact words. “I felt like an alien when I was a kid.” At the time, I thought it was just… Continue Reading
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 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