Good afternoon Weekly Rewind folks! I’m running a little late this weekend, but I’m here to rewind this week for you. For those of you who wished my week this week would be better, thank you for the sentiment, although I’m not sure if it was better.
It was kind of a toss up, with half the week being frustrating and the other half being relatively nice.
Which is an odd thing to say, given that the “nice” part of my week included starting my monthly…
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A few days ago I posted about an incident that had me
dwelling pondering on my autism. The rest of this week could easily have been another example of things that on some level help to remind me that I’m not actually abnormal… well, I am abnormal, but only because I’m not neurotypical. But I’m not abnormal aside from my well defined abnormality.
It’s confusing, I know.
I feel like this week’s DSF Rewind should be some variation of Alice in Wonderland, though, perhaps not the Johnny Depp version.
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It’s always hard for me when I have too much time on my hands, and at the moment, I decidedly have too much time on my hands!! With Harvey still devastating Texas (though I’m told the sun is shining in Houston, finally), I’m still at my mother’s place. But everyone else here has to work. Which leaves me with not a lot to do other than clean. I’m doing my part, albeit, I probably could do more… I don’t know where things go, though, so I can’t do too much more.
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I sometimes go to IHOP to write. This sounds counterproductive due to the noise level and being interrupted by waitstaff, but in reality, it’s very comfortable. When I was in college, IHOP became a place of comfort for me. There would be whole groups of us that would gather there late in the evenings (and often into the morning) playing the question game, actually interacting, and being 100% genuine. There wasn’t a lot of judgment at that IHOP. More likely, it was because the atmosphere of a college town where there are competing colleges with competing theological ideologies allowed for an ambiance of honest communication to truly develop.
It was a special time in my life and the only time (prior to knowing about my ASD) that I felt totally comfortable being myself.
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