Two truths and a lie

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Yep. That's correct. I've never seen a cat over six weeks old unable to use the litterbox.

1. I haven't told my mother about my autism. She doesn't even know the full details of my C-PTSD or its causes.

2. I cowered and vomited under the doctor's desk for my first year of trauma psychology treatment, and was essentially mute.

3. I'm now quite chatty with both my mother and my psychologist (a.k.a., saviour).

#3. You are chatty with you "saviour," but not your mother.

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give me a topic if you'd like.

1. Frequently, memories in me are evoked by outside forces, rather than me having direct access to them.

2. I have a eidetic memory.

3. I learn, primarily, through reading words.

A topic for Isabella: How about.....your various jaunts around the world!

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I may have used some of these before?

1. On my first flight my parents fell asleep and I consumed an entire bottle of iron supplements, necessitating an emergency landing to pump my stomach (I believe they used charcoal?) I nearly died.

2. My last flight was out of Montreal, Canada and I was detained at security for several hours (nearly strip-searched), because I set off the metal detectors. I have a very high iron and ferritin count and a condition called Hemochromatosis, which can set off metal detectors.

3. There was an unfortunate incident in a European ghetto town which had neither toilet paper nor doors on its restaurant loo

I'm thinking that #2 didn't happen in Montreal.

Yes, it did happen at Trudeau airport last year. I was post-stroke (off balance), and undiagnosed autistic, and full-on PTSD, and having a panic attack while setting off the alarms and rambling about my blood ferritin levels. When I panic I laugh. They thought I was drunk, therefore lying, therefore a threat to the flight in one way or the other. I had my service dog and they still wanted full documentation of everything including a call to my primary about the stroke. It was a bad scene, not helped by the fact most of the agents were women.

3 is my lie. It wasn't a ghetto town, it was a very old town, and tissue was procured by a passer-by on his bicycle.
LOL.

Wolf's is 3. He's analytical, not a reader.

#2 is actually the lie. I don't have a photographic (eidetic) memory.

When I took my college courses, I learned primarily through reading texts, rather than through the lectures. I hardly ever took notes----unless precise rote memory was required.

I have a good memory for the "essence" of things. A not-so-good memory for precise things.

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I didn't mean to imply you aren't an efficient / prolific reader; I just thought you learned best through other means.

I have a colour memory (the synaesthesia of word colour) which gives me a bit of a photographic edge.

That's a lovely memory to have---and I'm a bit envious LOL

1. When I was 6 (yes, in Montreal LOL) I had an extreme nightmare about planets. I was so scared!

2. I stopped being scared of the dark when I was about 7. Before then, I used to be afraid my father would come in the bedroom and hit me with a strap.

3. I sleepwalked until I was in my teens.

2?

Did you live in Montreal? I have family there.

Nope. I went to Expo 67 with my parents. Afterwards, I was sent home, and my parents went on to Europe. The housekeeper they left me with wasn't very nice at all; I was scared of her. And I had to take a school bus in the dark from Queens to Manhattan. I have no idea where my brother went.

The lie is #3. I last sleepwalked when I was 7.

1. I have a history of hitting people who share my bed, while I'm asleep (earliest incident was when I woke up beating my mother, when we shared a bed at a hotel). I was about seven. It was considered a sleep disorder until I found out I'm autistic: meaning it's a sensory meltdown from the touch / sound / smell of the other person.

2. I have a history of sleepwalking and driving my car or cooking food while asleep, so I cannot take sedatives.

3. I have apnea but can't use the breathing machine because it causes me sensory overload and hysteria. I'm safer not to use it.

I'm sensing #2 is the lie. You might have been inspired by my mention of sleepwalking.

You're right. I do have parasomnia but I don't sleepwalk.
Here's what I "do do":

1. I thrash and move a lot even when I'm alone (often waking up with the mattress slid off the bed frame, or with my body upside down / horizontal across the bed, with all my bedding tangled in knots) -- it's from PTSD

2. I hear snippets of conversations in my head when falling asleep or waking up. The most distinct was an entire episode of "FRIENDS" with the appropriate characters' voices. I barely know the show and I could tell it wasn't a real episode, but I heard it and I was still awake (no pictures). Likewise, I hear bells or phones or people calling my name. I'm not schizophrenic and I'm not haunted. It's a diagnosed sleep disorder.

3. I compose essays and songs and stories in my sleep (I see my hands type them while dreaming, and I remember them).

4. I read in my sleep while dreaming (made-up books which are excellent)

5. I don't get to Delta wave restorative sleep, ever, because I'm always on guard.

6. I have the most intense dreams any of my friends or family have heard. Some of the dreams are prophetic. Most involve speaking to my deceased father.

7. I talk in my sleep and frequently keep one eye open.

Only one lie in there!~


They're all true except for 7. I talk a little in my sleep sometimes (rarely?), but I don't keep one eye open. My mother and her sisters do and it freaks me out. They keep one or both eyes open and look like zombies. If I were meant to do this by genetics, I must have refused.

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