Highly sensitive person
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Autistic
I will go to her too-white office, and she will smile from behind her desk of all-knowing. Then she will tell me I am Autistic. (Or something like it.) I will say to her, I understand, and yes: I do… Continue reading
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Flowers
They feel like my Nan, these flowers. Mauve in colour, roses in almost full bloom. I think she must be here in essence, when I feel such moments. The way people sense the world is vastly different isn’t it? Most… Continue reading