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hyperlexic neurodivergent ramblings of a mixed-up mixed girl (& occasional random song lyrics — pls sing along) fwiw, (not much) i’m a registered nurse, and i’m kinda smart, and i generally know a bit about what i’m talking about.

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A screenshot from my LinkedIn feed: Kenya Hunter at the AP wants to hear from Black fathers who have Autistic children [email protected] tag some friends and share, if you wouldn't mind these are voices the world needs to hear! #ActuallyAutistic #BlackSky #NothingAboutUsWithoutUs

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I used to read the dictionary for fun and obsessively peruse thesauruses for better words in the disappointingly limited English language… But sometimes there are some beautiful little kickers, I tell you. #wordoftheday

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Highly recommend creating anagrams for people you’re required to keep in your phone for various reasons when you don’t want be too obvious about your disdain for their irksome presence. I’m calling it self-therapy today.

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A coworker and I were discussing being perfectly okay with making people angry at work, and I joked about how they can’t hurt me as much as I was hurt as a kid. And then we high-fived and laughed. #copingwithhumor

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Yes ok that’s all bye

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I keep saying “I think so-and-so is the final boss.” Bc I’ve spent years NOT setting boundaries with people bc [insert excuse for avoidance that is really rooted in avoiding my own discomfort around setting boundaries with emotionally immature people]. Plot twist: It’s me. I’M the final boss.

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“I couldn’t - and still can’t - get behind the idea that because I’ve been able to move mountains to get where I am, that it somehow means that the mountains aren’t there.” 😮‍💨 Such a good listen, y’all.

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PDA becomes a problem (once again) when you start feeling like life is a conveyor belt and you’re continually being moved along to the next thing against your will. Even time itself becomes a relentless demand. I’m exhausted. #actuallyautistic

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I think I’ve never been afraid to confront the big and scary things that scare other people so much. Bc I’ve lived through some of the scariest things and survived. And not only survived but been forced to give compassion to those who had the least to give in return. What an odd combination.

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If you were to talk about the things that are TRULY bothering you… what would you want to talk about? And I don’t mean the surface-level things, or the things we tell ourselves are our main problems. I often think about how we are all just trying to creep our way up Maslow’s hierarchy, daily.

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Who was this girl? I honestly don’t even recognize her anymore. Virginia Key, outside Miami, January 2021. Life was something entirely different back then.

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I once painted a visual representation of the mother wound, upon learning about how mothers function as mirrors, and what happens when emotionally immature women with no solid sense of identity have children. They expect their children to be their mirror. Anyway. It sorta gutted me. #motherwound

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I spent years clinging tightly to the things hurting me the most, refusing to let go, desperate to prove my value and my worth by making a show of how much abuse and damage I could take with minimal complaint. Until it hurt too much. Until I complained too much. Until I lost most of my friends.

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Hello, insomnia. I think I foolishly invited you in, tonight. This is exactly why I can’t watch emotionally thorny tv shows late at night.

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It’s weird bc crying while watching Ted Lasso was not on my 2025 bingo card.

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I love/hate that I know how to manipulate manipulators to let them think they have the upper hand when I only reveal a safe amount of the cards in my hand, purposefully leading them to certain conclusions. Bc it’s exhausting. I despise inauthenticity, but not as much as I despise emotional danger.

A screenshot from my LinkedIn feed: Kenya Hunter at the AP wants to hear from Black fathers who have Autistic children [email protected] tag some friends and share, if you wouldn't mind these are voices the world needs to hear! #ActuallyAutistic #BlackSky #NothingAboutUsWithoutUs

I used to read the dictionary for fun and obsessively peruse thesauruses for better words in the disappointingly limited English language… But sometimes there are some beautiful little kickers, I tell you. #wordoftheday

Highly recommend creating anagrams for people you’re required to keep in your phone for various reasons when you don’t want be too obvious about your disdain for their irksome presence. I’m calling it self-therapy today.

A coworker and I were discussing being perfectly okay with making people angry at work, and I joked about how they can’t hurt me as much as I was hurt as a kid. And then we high-fived and laughed. #copingwithhumor

Yes ok that’s all bye

“I couldn’t - and still can’t - get behind the idea that because I’ve been able to move mountains to get where I am, that it somehow means that the mountains aren’t there.” 😮‍💨 Such a good listen, y’all.

PDA becomes a problem (once again) when you start feeling like life is a conveyor belt and you’re continually being moved along to the next thing against your will. Even time itself becomes a relentless demand. I’m exhausted. #actuallyautistic

I think I’ve never been afraid to confront the big and scary things that scare other people so much. Bc I’ve lived through some of the scariest things and survived. And not only survived but been forced to give compassion to those who had the least to give in return. What an odd combination.

If you were to talk about the things that are TRULY bothering you… what would you want to talk about? And I don’t mean the surface-level things, or the things we tell ourselves are our main problems. I often think about how we are all just trying to creep our way up Maslow’s hierarchy, daily.

Who was this girl? I honestly don’t even recognize her anymore. Virginia Key, outside Miami, January 2021. Life was something entirely different back then.

I once painted a visual representation of the mother wound, upon learning about how mothers function as mirrors, and what happens when emotionally immature women with no solid sense of identity have children. They expect their children to be their mirror. Anyway. It sorta gutted me. #motherwound

I spent years clinging tightly to the things hurting me the most, refusing to let go, desperate to prove my value and my worth by making a show of how much abuse and damage I could take with minimal complaint. Until it hurt too much. Until I complained too much. Until I lost most of my friends.

Hello, insomnia. I think I foolishly invited you in, tonight. This is exactly why I can’t watch emotionally thorny tv shows late at night.

It’s weird bc crying while watching Ted Lasso was not on my 2025 bingo card.

I love/hate that I know how to manipulate manipulators to let them think they have the upper hand when I only reveal a safe amount of the cards in my hand, purposefully leading them to certain conclusions. Bc it’s exhausting. I despise inauthenticity, but not as much as I despise emotional danger.

Only ONE……???

Art is subjective. But the eyes make it so much better, IMHO.