I broke a finger from high fiving a teammate too hard (my middle finger was a little bent going into it and it just didn't survive the enthusiasm). I want to use this sentence to describe myself to everyone I meet.
I haven't been on my Twitter in a thousand years, but I met so many pals this weekend at Battle of the All Stars and it made me feel loved and at home and I am just really grateful. #DerbyTwitter
When there were no cats I pretended to be an adult & the adults loved me because I was so mature.
When I became an adult I spent a lot of time awkwardly, anxiously migrating between groups of 3 people wondering what the purpose of small talk is & why people enjoy it.
I grew up autistic but I didn't know it until I was 32.
When my guardians took me to potlucks, I knew my role:
1. Find the cat who was supposedly scared of strangers
2. Immediately become best friends with the cat
3. Not leave my new best friend until it was time to leave
Trauma did NOT make you stronger.
It made you hyper-vigilant and scared of even calm and joyful experiences.
YOU make yourself stronger through the work of discerning between real and perceived threat.