The last 24 hours have been interesting, to say the least...
What happened, was kickstarted by a message from my twin sister, yesterday:
She referred me to an article about autism
and added that she recognized a lot . thought a lot of me, while reading it.
I have never seen myself as an autist and I'm 40 years old.
Then I started reading, and I found a podcast on autism, hosted by the woman that this particular article was about.
In the last 24 hours, I listened to 9 episodes of her podcast.
And now I wonder:
Am I, perhaps, autistic?
Looking back on my life - and all my struggles - it would sure explain a lot.
It seems to fit even better than the hypersensitivosaurus hypersensitive or highly sensitive label that I gave myself, a couple of years ago.
Perhaps I am both highly sensitive and autistic.
I learnt, today, that there's a lot of overlap between the two.
TO BE CONTINUED...
On My Creative Process:
The drawing, illustrating today's write up, came to me, today ( in two steps ).
I literally started drawing with oil pastels, hours ago, at my local cafe.
Hours later, sitting in front of the woodburner, at home, I added part 2: the dinos, digitally, in Paint 3D..
To be more precise, I drew multiple Hypersensitivosauriers aka my alterego - hence the green baseball cap - and the main character of my upcoming books 'Hypersensitivosaurus'.
I also wrote down, the following, in one of my many notebooks:
Every day, is another mountain ( to climb )
and I start at the bottom, stuck in a swamp
( with both head and body ).
You could see this as a metaphor for how I have often felt in my life and how I - in a way - ( still ) feel on an almost daily basis.
I start out in a swamp, then have to climb up and - eventually - I see the sunshine / sunset / birds / the beauty of nature. Then I go downhill again, to start, once again, in a swamp, at the bottom.
I couldn't help but like my tiny drawings of HS enjoying the sunshine, with his cap in his hand, to let it warm his face, as well as HS drowing in the swamp, waving his baseball cap for help, so I made you two close ups:
FYI: No need to worry about me too much. I always tend to exaggerate somewhat ( as a storyteller ) but let's say that the truth - or severity of the situation / how I really feel - can be found inbetween what others might think of me ( especially those who think that I am being difficult, lazy, overreacting and so on ) and of how I represent it here and in daily life.
of course I know myself a little better than other people. We can never 'really' enter someone else's mind. My twin sister comes close to beating me to it, though, haha!