I have been having difficulty writing posts after reading some not very nice comments about bloggers and their writing styles. At the time I thought I was ok, but it has been looping in my head for nearly two weeks now and I can’t seem to be able to shift it. Some people can be so hurtful with their opinions. Writing is something I used to find release in, a way of me processing and feeling I would connect with those like me, those with similar struggles. Over the last few days I have found myself struggling to even share on my facebook.
I helped myself today by re-reading a few oldies
I need to go back to “Just Being Me!”
My blog is, “A place where I can be me!”
It’s not just about
Or my supermarket Shutdowns/Meltdowns
It’s about Coping…finding new ways forward
Discovering those Lightening jumps and connections
Having those moments of recognition and true friendship
Yes, I’m the queen of the loops, but I “Listen through the Loops”
There maybe a LOT of “Missing Jigsaws & Excess Lego”
Yes, this post is full of links and each one of them is a post about me struggling, persevering and overcoming. It’s about how I live and find ways to not be affected by a world that pushes for conformity. Where society makes me feel so different. My acceptance of being different but not less, feeling like an alien on the wrong planet but making it work for me the best I can. Learning to rise above the storm and say, “Bog off frantic thought loop!”
The following post is an oldie that made me giggle today,
It’s one I had totally forgotten about but it helped me to find me again. I tend not to take myself too seriously, and I like to see people smile. So here have a giggle on me. I’m processing as I write and I think I’m on my way back.
Love and hugs. xx
Just a babble and a giggle! (Embarrassing moments)
Hello friends out in bloggyland,
I just got back from dropping my *AJ off at his girlfriends.
I do love our little chats in the car we have such a giggle.
*AJ talked about a misplaced face.
The Aspies in my family do this all the time, we know faces from places.
Put them in a different place and we haven’t got a clue who they are.
Quite a few years back
Before I’d ever heard the word Aspergers, I bumped into a neighbour in a petrol station and she chatted with me for quite some time before she asked me if I was ok. I was completely confused to who she was and how she knew me. I was in my early 20′s and wasn’t as good at smiling and nodding as I am now.
It’s funny because I saw this neighbour at a social gathering I was dreading going to and she remembered this incident and I was able to explain to her. Only 20 years later…hehehe
Well me and *AJ then went onto EMBARRASSING MOMENTS
So as I LOVE to babble and I don’t really worry too much what I babble about, I thought I’d share probably the worst and MOST embarrassing moment of my adult years…In other words the most recent one.
If you follow my blog
You will remember a post I wrote about collecting and the emotions of parting with things of sentimental value.
You will remember the hurt I went through when the extension was built on my home and I had to part with the unopened boxes.
As an Aspie I connect strongly to my emotions, thoughts and feelings when I touch things.
It triggers off the replays in my head and I can almost feel back in the time I would like to be in.
I LOVE being a Mom, it’s something I dreamed of
So parting with certain baby items was extremely hard for me, well the building work meant I had to clear out the loft space.
So here we go, my most recent embarrassing moment.
I never learn where speaking is concerned, I constantly get things wrong.
On my less confident days I don’t speak a word, but I think LOADS and LOADS.
On my confident days…..well, I tend to say what I think, I get myself into terrible pickles with this.
On this particular day I had revved myself up to doing something I REALLY didn’t want to do.
I was taking *CAL’s travel cot to the charity shop.
I had loads of bags and boxes of things that I was fine about taking.
The travel cot however, was NOT one of them.
I stood it up the side of the car while I put everything else in, and then when I looked up a young couple was walking towards me holding hands.
I thought perfect I can help them out, this travel cot has hardly been used.
I got so excited, I so love helping people,
I thought to myself…God has REALLY helped me here.
“Excuse me love, say no if you don’t want it…but it’s hardly been used,
would you like this travel cot?”
She said…“WHAT?!” and screwed her face up at me.
So me being the plonker I am… repeated myself,
“It’s hardly been used, would you like it…I’m just about to take it to the charity shop?”
Then she says…“Why would you think I want a travel cot?”
Yes I actually DID say this…
“Well, because you’re having a baby aren’t you? You look about 6 months pregnant!”
I’m laughing my head off now writing this, but at the time I thought she was going to kill me.
So there you have it, my most recent embarrassing moment.
Also I learnt a very valuable lesson.
…….Assumption is the mother of all cock ups Lisa!