The Depression Monster is sitting on my head. I’m ignoring him out of spite. It makes me feel powerful (because I’m winning.) Unfortunately, I’m still moving slowly and taking (really) long pauses to overthink. It’s messing up my schedule. I also got an invoice from the legal office negotiating the partnership at work. I cried a little (because it’s fair despite feeling like robbery.)
I was raised by Great Depression-era parents in the 80’s. (Everything about money makes me anxious.) It’s irrational because they also taught me to be generous which means I’ll likely never suffer from lack of resources to survive. I’m still fascinated by how well it works. All the religions I know of teach it. Giving things to other people is painless for me, but it’s been tainted by suggestions I’ve been taken advantage of a few times by relatives.
I’ve learned being used is bearable. It can change the dynamics of a relationship, though. So there is sometimes loss involved, but it’s subtle. Some political news penetrated my defenses and set off this round, I’m guessing. I really hate having to shield myself from reality in any way. It makes me feel like a child. I do it anyway because it’s necessary for me to survive.
I’m stronger now that I know about Stevie Nicks. She’s a wise guide who is open, honest, and hella famous. It’s as if she knew all along part of her journey was to help others. When you study her interviews, it’s clear even from when she first became famous, she’s cognizant of her influence. She probably knew she would be famous long before it happened. I’m guessing her mom talked to her at some point about this aspect of fame. It’s entirely something my mom would have done.
My anti-depression toolkit is super useful, now. I’ve been teaching M. how to have fun. He thought playing is just for children. Now he knows play evolves as we age, but should never be forsaken. He’s making his first game for IOS. He’s also coloring on a daily basis. It’s breaking his addiction to TV, (which is good because I canceled all channels except Netflix and Amazon Prime Video.)
I watched the first episode of Atypical. I recognize I’m not its target audience. It’s a show for neurotypical people to better understand autistics. Therefore, it’s speaking in their language. I still enjoyed it. I’m pleased the show exists. When they use FX to demonstrate how it feels to be the autistic main character, it’s jarring and nearly unbearable to me. I walked away and came back when that part was over. I recognize the actors playing the parents, but everyone else is new to me.
My immediate thought was to wonder why the hell the lead actor wasn’t masking. It’s uncomfortable to watch. It feels like watching someone walk on a highwire with no net to me. I cringe when I see him actually say or do the things I spend a lot of energy suppressing. But again, it’s because the show is not only for entertainment, but it’s teaching. Also, masking is a skill, and trial and error are how it’s acquired. (It’s a cruel, mean school.) He’s young and just discovering how masking can make life less painful.
We age and develop at different rates, and grow based on different experiences. There will always be a broad spectrum of traits and behaviors associated with autism. When I was in high school, I didn’t mask well and my energy and time management skills were non-existent. The difference between then and now is shocking to non-autists. This is why no one should put limits on our potential. Especially not where we can come across or overhear them. (That’s abuse.) I’m off to beat my drums.