05 December 2021, UK
Dear future historian,
What was I thinking??
How on Earth did I expect to write another book by February.
(I wrote that story about 20 years ago. Soon I am turning 40 and I thought it's a good time to return to my-ancient-history, so I translated it from the original Greek to share it with you, my only-English-speaking dear future historian and contemporary reader.)
Dear Future Historian,
Today I was informed indirectly, by her psychologist, that I don't exist cause she's not crazy enough! I believe the way it was phrased was: It’s time you admit the fact that even you know that she does not exist… because you aren’t schizophrenic; you're just autistic with big imagination.
Before my late diagnosis in the autism spectrum, I had no idea about my sensory issues. And no amount of observational skills could help me realise my sensory sensitivity with only myself as a reference.
Dear future Historian,
I could swear that I won’t make it. But why would I ever swear such a thing? It is funny what words are coming out of people’s mouths. Heavy words. Words that fall down on them like sticky honey, only to attract bees and… what am I even saying? (Have bees survived in your time?)
Dear future historian,
I have an assessment left in a couple of days, and some other stuff I must first do, before I can enjoy your company again; but.. my sunflower scheme interview is on YouTube, and I thought to share the links with you here.
Quick question (20 seconds) :
Chat (4min 31sec) :
#raiseawareness
Dear Future Historian,
I had two home labours.
Not really because I am brave, but because I was with my sister when she had her baby, in a private posh clinic. She was induced, but then they didn't let her push because her doctor was late, and the happy ending of a beautiful, healthy boy distracted us from the fact that that night, her first night as a mum, she didn't stop crying on my solder, after 26 hours in a labour that could last much less. I was 19 then and didn't pay much attention to the underlying PTSD that I also got that night.
3:23 Μ.Μ.
Dear future historian,
I still can't really swim. Born and raised in Greece, where almost everyone knows. When I was 6, I had a panic attack, when the military-minded dad of one of my peers tried to teach me how to swim using tough-love methods. He just left me where I..
Dear future historian,
There is a tiny numbness, after my diagnoses. But it is not
caused by it. Quite the opposite. I feel like if the un-officiality of my
self-diagnosis (not to mention the years of ignorance b4* that,) had deeply affected
my understanding of myself and my needs.
Many people don’t understand the reason to seek a piece of paper to make it official. Others don’t even understand why someone would get to the trouble of research to self-diagnose. And all reactions are valid. I am only sharing my story, in the hope to help create, for you my dear future historian, a more inclusive world.
Dear Future historian,
It is finally official! Today was my assessment and I can
now declare myself as proudly autistic, with a diagnosis.
Wow! About 3 years in a w8ing* list, 2 years before that till I actually take the courage to get in that list, and b4** that 34 years of ignorance.. of not knowing why I am so different from most people, and so similar to a few.
Dear future
historian,
There is
something very weird going on with me. I don’t know if it’s my neurodiversity
or whatever.. but I noticed it yesterday.
So, I was
reading a small thought experiment, not designed to make you decide or question
something, just asks you to focus on you bodily sensations, as you hear a story
you are supposed to star in.
It's your birthday, and the whole day is a disaster, from one unpleasant surprise to the next, but at the end your friends through you a surprise party. And.. how did each incident made us feel, in our body.. specifically. The practice required very detailed attention on sensations.
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