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The Little Fox Who Lost His Tail by Jedda Robaard

 


Most days I don’t know I have Asperger’s.

And the moments I do, spending time thinking about it is less than desirable.

It’s a subject that has become tiring and seems exhausted.   It was new and interesting at first.  Life is life.  … I just want to be. I dive in and out of this blog taking long breaks at a time–it’s too long to spend deep in this world.  I come up for air in the life I’ve known for twenty-seven years–one of being normal, one where these shortcomings weren’t known to me, one where these gifts and talents were mine rather than a piece of a diagnosis, and one where I was ignorant to how different the inside of my head is to the rest of the world.

But there is invaluable comfort in knowing.  There is refuge and there is ease. Continue reading

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When myself and the world are too much, I find myself back here. 

I’ve stayed away for a while.  Diving in too deep made life too heavy.  I’ve lived forever without a label and simply in “just existing.”  It was nice to just exist again without the labels and without the over-thinking.


Slowly, getting back on track, the skills I lost seem to be returning.  Continue reading