Tuesday, September 20, 2016

There is something I would like to post about, but it is my daughter's thing more than mine, and I don't think she would appreciate me talking about it. So I had better not. But I'm so sad and worried over it, and it's something I never imagined in my life could happen before Asperger's and Sensory Processing Disorder. I'm having trouble getting past this is not how it's supposed to be how did this happen? Worried and sorry for myself and inadequate.

I'm going away on Thursday for the weekend, an incredibly generous present from my cousin and his wife, to see them in Switzerland. I fear I have become so habituated to feeling sad and bad that I can't stop and things which make normal people happy fill me with anxiety and feelings of inadequacy. Clothes... packing... getting from A to B. I know it will all be fine, but I don't relish it. It's stupid. It's annoying. I should be all excited. I am. It's just worrying about being ready and procrastinating is my default state. And money. Quite significant not enough money things going on at the moment. So I won't talk about it any more, as I'd rather not give it air.


Ms. Moon said...

Oh...the things we do not blog about.
Switzerland? That sounds like heaven to me right now. I just went out and tried to sweep my porch and it's so hot and muggy and buggy that I sort of want to die.
Please have fun!

Jo said...

I will! It will be much beauty and melted cheese and a lovely 20 degrees of sunshine. Good company and wine, I am Lucky!