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A few weeks ago someone in my bike club pulled me aside when we stopped to rest and said he needed to apoligize to me because he said some things about me before he got to know me. He said he wanted to tell me that before I heard about it from someone else. I thought he was going to say about...
This is something I have been sitting on a while. I don't expect it to mean anything to anyone but me. I'm just throwing it out ther into the universe.
Things I believe, subject to change.
I believe there is a higher power. Be it gods, God, Goddess, Creator, however you personally see it...
This Christmas we decided not to get a tree, and other than hanging the wreath on our door we haven't decorated at all. I really haven't felt like doing much of anything, and today we went and bought the few small gifts for the kids in the family, and quite frankly there wasn't much feeling...
I feel like I meet the criteria for a Asperger's diagnosis, I certainly have enough of the characteristics. Like many adults with AS who are "functional" an official dx doesn't really provide me with any benefits. There are no programs to help people like me, and I don't want, or qualify for...
5:20AM I turn the alarm off on the second beep. Slip from the bed, fish around in my dresser drawers for socks and a tee shirt. Quiet, I try not to wake him. I open the door to a dark closet in a dark room. Inside my hands feel the texture of my work shirt and the smooth fabric of my pants...
I remember being wild, before I went to kindergarten at age 5. The world was a magical place, it was enormous, I played in the back yard alone a lot, I ate vegetables right off the bush in our little garden. Each day was an adventure, and I knew I was loved. When others were mean to me, I...