13 Aug 2018, 8:10 pm
Interests/passions:
Painting, astrology, trees, adventures in nature, the ocean, lively philosophical discussions, serendipity,
stories, sacred geometry, humor
Things I've done:
Death doula, gardener, actress, clown, illustrator, author, astrologer, inspirational coach, company trainer, workshop leader, cartoonist, singer song writer, empath councillor, heart path adventure guide.
What else...
I'm a nail biting, fingers twiddling, scab picking, tongue bending, imaginative, middle aged mother of two incredible grown up kids.
Does anyone else have this?
I have seasons in me... sometimes I'm spring, sometimes summer, fall or winter. In my winter times I would need to hibernate. Curl up small with eyes shut wrapped in heavy blankets. Life doesn't give space for this which makes me ill. Tend to try and be spring all the time which takes an enormous amount of energy ... but my inner seasons often get the upper hand.
Aspie in hiding. Very few outside my family know.
I'm supposedly very "high functioning"...in other words a master of self discipline, self denial and disguise.
My question is... at what cost? Feels like slow trauma.
Still...I really love being alive.
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Joined: 23 Nov 2006
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Posts: 72,446
Location: Portland, Oregon
14 Aug 2018, 2:38 pm
Welcome to Wrong Planet! 
