I have issues with recognizing faces that should be familiar. This is called prosopagnosia, aka face blindness. All those years my older siblings heckled me about being dropped on my head as a baby? Maybe it was true. They also used to tell me I hatched from a piece of bird poop they found on a rock, …
Category: Mental Health
Unplug.
This is a rant. I have several pet peeves, as I’m sure is pretty universal, even for peace-loving pseudo optimists. But there’s one in particular that’s really bugging me right now. I want to cry-scream from the rooftops (and maybe throw some shit), “For the love of all manners and human interaction, back away from your goddamn devices …
I’m Afraid to Open the Door.
I’ve been rabidly cleaning the house like a mofo, tidying up, and I’m living in fear. As I clean and purge my things to make space (for Christmas and, well, just to have space), I’m continually needing to take loads of discarded things out to the garage to add to the boxes to donate to …
Scaling Mt. Hoard: Surrounded by Stuff
Garage cleaning is torture when you’re a hoarder. I resist the hoarder moniker, as it elicits negative and shameful connotations. You know how you feel disgust and pity when you see hoarders on TV so out-of-control they’re living in six inches of cat shit and decomposing rodents they didn’t even know existed underneath their mountains of disintegrating, …
How Disneyland Saved Me from Social Anxiety
As you now know, I’m mom to Aspies. And, if you happened to read my last post, you’ll know that this momming of Aspies can be socially isolating. Add that social isolation to an already-existing case of social anxiety, and life can be pretty damned miserable. At the time of this writing, my guys are …
