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My bed is my safe space, where I feel most comfortable being vulnerable and where I can spend countless hours in any mood and still love it. I spend oodles to make it perfectly comfortable for me because I know I will always crave my bed at the end of the day, and that deserves proper investment.
Extra pillows? Check
Soft, fuzzy (but still heavy) blanket? Check
Proper air movement (a nearby fan)? Check
A white nose machine (depending on what shift I'm on, this can help out so much!)? Check
Crisp linens that smell clean? Check
Sink into it-able mattress? Check
Perfect mattress height to TV ratio? Check
Charging cable nearby? Check
Ability to turn off overhead light from bed? Check
Everything within arms reach of my bed...a perfect space!
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This was such a comfortable place to be, I hadn't realized how often I did it.
I couldn't figure out why I had such a poor memory, as time went on.
And I journaled. That doesn't look like it's spelled correctly, to me.
I spent a lot of my life carrying a physical journal with me, to jot down notes about scenarios I encountered. To write random things down so I wouldn't forget.
That turned to homepages, which turned to blogging. I've had a number of them, over the years. And I didn't keep them for other people to read. I kept them so I could remember. Because my words brought me right back to the moment. They refreshed the emotion I had at the time. And reminded me how far I've come.
I still struggle with this. Only it doesn't show up, now, unless I really need it.
Growth.
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My eldest was diagnosed with autism a couple of years ago. After I processed his diagnoses, I started looking at myself and his father a little closer, to see a more unbiased genetic history. I'm betting it came from my side of the genetics.
This is a situation that always makes it easier for me to do requested tasks. If I don't understand why, I'm not likely to do it. So is my son. It was something I always made sure I took the time to explain to him. Ask for a task to be completed. Explain why it helps.
Why….?
Autism
The Autistic Teacher
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Fun tidbit I didn't know.
One of my fav childhood movies. Dark theme. Rustic, simple hope.
Legend (1985) | dir. Ridley Scott
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I was born in Kamloops. I am a first nation's individual. This will never not affect my life.
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Oh good, I'm not the only one!
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I'm sorry you had to bottle up all your feelings inside in order to function. I'm sorry that's what you had to do to survive in a time where stopping to take the time to feel and express them would have had severe consequences.
I'm proud of you for making it though that time, but I need you to stop suppressing your feelings now that you're here.
Your feelings are important. They are not bad. They are not here to hurt you. They're here to tell you what you're experiencing, and you need them. So take them out of their boxes, please. Use them.
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Festival de Cannes
Do. Better.
Indigenous formal wear, is formal wear. And it's important to support it.
We are here.
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