Ah! I was saying: I’m still kinda sad that I didn’t magically grow up and suddenly know the exact right thing to do for any given occasion. I am a scruff and a dreamer and probably always will be.
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Rather sad that it took me so long to recognise that along with being dyslexic there are other traits that I now see in younger family members mirroring the difference I always felt. I was in my late forties when I realised that I could recognise a member of ‘my’ tribe at twenty paces or ‘they’ recognised me. Was always a watcher, loner, not always obvious as I learnt to copy social skills..wore/wear my mask well. Safe and happy in my insular cocoon where creativity knows no bounds. sorry for cliche’. xx
The person I feel most sad for is my mother. Now I know (much more) about autism I realise she had it and in many ways much worse than me (if, indeed, autism is my problem ). She really didn’t like being touched, for example, unless it was on her own terms. I remember her falling once, and about five of us, including three small kids, jumped to help her up, and she looked terrified.
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Ah! I was saying: I’m still kinda sad that I didn’t magically grow up and suddenly know the exact right thing to do for any given occasion. I am a scruff and a dreamer and probably always will be.
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A dreamer, yes, but not a scruff! X
Rather sad that it took me so long to recognise that along with being dyslexic there are other traits that I now see in younger family members mirroring the difference I always felt. I was in my late forties when I realised that I could recognise a member of ‘my’ tribe at twenty paces or ‘they’ recognised me. Was always a watcher, loner, not always obvious as I learnt to copy social skills..wore/wear my mask well. Safe and happy in my insular cocoon where creativity knows no bounds. sorry for cliche’. xx
Sometimes only cliché will do!
The person I feel most sad for is my mother. Now I know (much more) about autism I realise she had it and in many ways much worse than me (if, indeed, autism is my problem ). She really didn’t like being touched, for example, unless it was on her own terms. I remember her falling once, and about five of us, including three small kids, jumped to help her up, and she looked terrified.