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I wonder what happens if I choose to be desperate and learn how to mask oddity back before I was diagnosed?

Or at least AFTER diagnosis? Would they call the appearance a success over the internal one?


I wonder what life I would lead if I choose the path of fitting in? (Even up to now people kept coaxing me to)
I don't have this internally struggling feeling. I almost never had been internally stressed. I don't feel like I can't keep up on many things. I'm rarely worried about anything.
I'm mostly calm in the inside despite my moods and my mind states, and I barely found a few that could actually disturb it.
And best of all, I have found ways to understand the confusing parts of what makes an NT. Which is ironic that fitting in and being social is the last thing that motivated me from trying.

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^^How did you manage that, Edna? I have two friends who just live in the moment mostly, so although they know what anxiety feels like, they rarely experience it. Is that how you do it?

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It's been a tough week that's for sure

And this end/beginning of year nonsense really throws my sense of days, it feels like Friday, or Sunday?

Kiprobalhato, why does your signature say that you're not a mod, but your profile identifies you as a forum moderator? Just wondering.

have all the abilities and tools of a mod, just not acting as one at the moment.


i'm trying to get back into it, but goodness knows how long that may last.

@TPP - same here. it feels like a monday, somewhat.

I had the weirdest dream last night [as usual].

^Would you like to tell us what it's about, Miss Kuraudo?

^There was this young boy who could apparently fly, and he got into the habit of flying up to people's windows and sneaking around their houses. Meanwhile, his older sister and younger sister were looking for him, but since they couldn't fly they were limited to searching on the ground. The boy ended up meeting a prince [?] in some sort of mansion-type house, and then flew away to find his sisters.

I remember the huge bout of anxiety that I had last year around this time. I got very little support from my family last year.

I remember those old commercials for Lipton Sidekicks. I like the "Hotdog in my pasta" one.