Thrive or just survive?

Both.

The sensory issues have led to medical anxieties extraordinaire. Survive? Survival has literally been on the line.

But you want positive stories; I have those aplenty too :-). The sense of moral justice and lack of interest in status (possibly big time fueled by the play ground bullies of my childhood) that comes with the terrain fired me into a career in training in Equality/Diversity and victim care I hope did some good for some one.

My hyperfocus gives me untold joy in my hobbies (guess they are classified as special interests now) and academic success and a career worth having (albeit not in monetary terms). I have given pleasure to so many cousins and friends by cracking that geanological brick wall no one else could or designing a pair of crochet socks just for them

And I have LOVED! Unconventionally perhaps. Thinking rather than feeling my way to the needs of others perhaps, but I have loved and little oddball, quirk that I am, been loved in return.

No matter what the sensorary pains, no matter that my life may be shorter than others, I would not swap the dyslexic and autistic brain the Divine in her infinate wisdom gave me, for all the tea in China.

Others will not always understand you. Love anyway. Be anyway. Live anyway.

Xx

Both.

The sensory issues have led to medical anxieties extraordinaire. Survive? Survival has literally been on the line.

But you want positive stories; I have those aplenty too :-). The sense of moral justice and lack of interest in status (possibly big time fueled by the play ground bullies of my childhood) that comes with the terrain fired me into a career in training in Equality/Diversity and victim care I hope did some good for some one.

My hyperfocus gives me untold joy in my hobbies (guess they are classified as special interests now) and academic success and a career worth having (albeit not in monetary terms). I have given pleasure to so many cousins and friends by cracking that geanological brick wall no one else could or designing a pair of crochet socks just for them

And I have LOVED! Unconventionally perhaps. Thinking rather than feeling my way to the needs of others perhaps, but I have loved and little oddball, quirk that I am, been loved in return.

No matter what the sensorary pains, no matter that my life may be shorter than others, I would not swap the dyslexic and autistic brain the Divine in her infinate wisdom gave me, for all the tea in China.

Others will not always understand you. Love anyway. Be anyway. Live anyway.

Xx