So…….

 So a couple things to catch up on….

According to my psychiatrist…. I HAVE AUTISM. Seriously. Low in the spectrum… I was going to say “obviously” but who know! lol! Those quirky things I do like drawing words on my thumb, patting my chest when I’m stressed, noises totally sucking! Light… I hate light…like a bright room. Hate it, always have. The part where I live at night…which, frankly, in my two semester psychology experience, has more to do with my anxiety but apparently really bad anxiety can be …. Autism? The part where I can’t watch an action movie full on… meaning that I watch the background of a movie. I’m your man if you want to know about errors in the background that fuck with the continuity. Missing glass? I notice! Chair is gone, saw that! And that’s always been the case, you know, back when not everybody had a diagnosis, we just managed. It has done zero to change my life so…

Speaking of my psychiatrist, he’s a Gen z who is very comfortable being weirder than I am yet telling me… TO MY FACE…. That “I” am weird…. Ya! He also had me show him my art and then he…. CRITIQUED it!!! “ Ya, I like that, oh, not so much my style…” I can decide if I love him or hate him!!! He called ME five times in one day. Why? Um, just to talk? Ask me about stuff in my file… I finally asked if we are actually besties now. Everyone tells me to get another one but I’m on track for this one to do my Ketamine treatment so, maybe, but not yet, Sis.


Ok, so now that we talked about how weird, awkward and shy I am… I had this fucking fantastic experience a few weeks ago. We have concerts here in my back yard and this local band that is REALLY FAMOUS around here was playing… the place was packed. It’s called “ The Green” in a bid to the golf course in the Island and at a regular concert there’s a few hundred people but it was nearly shoulder to shoulder so close to 1000 people or more… ok so we sit creek side so it’s not possible to get any closer than where we sit. Always do. I’ve been working really hard on not being so shy…. That’s important….Concerts are from 7-9pm so about half is still daylight….. they started playing a song and I stood up to dance… my husband can’t dance to save his life, I mean he can do a slow dance but why can’t, Right? My son will get up for moral support but he basically has JD’s dance genes, so does OM, YM is a great dancer… anyway, he didn’t want to because of the amount of people, so, I’m dancing and the guitar player runs over the tiny bridge that separates us, comes right up to me so I can dance with him 🫣😳😬 so I did and guess what? 1000+ people start SCREAMING!!!! AT US!!! Which includes… ME!! It was an 80’s band so I’m wearing a mini skirt, cut off band shirt and leggings!!! And all eyes are on me!!! It was so scary and fun!!!!! He went old school and gave me his guitar pick. After that SO MANY people started dancing… You know like they didn’t want to stand out but now it’s cool to dance. It was truly so much joy. I was brave. 

My hip feels a lot better. My elbow feels some better, my wrist isn’t cooperating. But it’s only been a week. Plus I got to free passes out of it. Go me!

I realized yesterday that only people who follow me and I follow can hear the song I pick on instagram so I’m just gonna drop the name of a song sometimes. 

My latest most favorite song is actually an old song1970, Van Morrison,  Into the Mystic. Love it!



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