Why Do This?
Sometimes, I ask myself the hard question of “Why do Terminally Intelligent?” It’s taxing, emotional, and takes up precious moments of my life. It can be triggering, and can make me feel vulnerable to those who may judge me, or dismiss my life as “unimportant”. But then I get feedback that I couldn’t hope for,
ALL THE BABIES!!
Three years ago, my sister had a little boy. He is beautiful and funny. I became an uncle that day. In the last two weeks, my sister and one of my brothers each had a little girl. Now I have two nieces and a nephew! I’m finding myself sadder than ever that I don’t live
Investing Emotional Energy
It has been about nine months since I started working outside the house again. I’m re-learning some things about myself. The biggest thing I’m struggling with right now is how to invest my emotions. When I work from home, I don’t interact with many people. At least, I don’t see them in person very often.
Rory's on Vacation! (From the Blog)
Don’t worry about Rory, what with the not posting and everything. He’s fine. He’s just busy with holiday tasks, and we’re trying to get to bed earlier. He probably won’t be posting this week. What’s he been up to, from my perspective? To sum up: His mood seems slightly improved, and he’s going through a
The Black Hole of Death – Not what you think it is
One of the things I experience around Jenny is a constant culture shock. We are so different sometimes, that I think we must be from different planets. Most of this is due to my very abusive and neglectful upbringing, compared to her mostly normal upbringing. Some of it has to do with her being a
While at my old doctor’s office a while back, I was asked to describe my flashbacks. It’s hard for me to talk about, and her judgmental attitude just made it harder. The thing is, I don’t have Hollywood’s idea of flashbacks. My flashbacks aren’t guts-n-glory. I don’t have flashbacks of dragging a friend from the
So There's This Thing About Parents
A friend of Jenny’s, named Anne, asked on our Facebook page if I would write about my parents. She was referring to my “natural” parents, of course. You know, those bastards that birthed me. You see, my parents were capitol-D-Dicks. Yep, I spelled that out, it wasn’t even ironic, I just wanted to make sure
Rory’s in the Hospital Again – Day Three: What Does the Future Hold?
How do you possibly wrap your head around losing the one you love? By their own hand? I just don’t know. I can’t fathom. I mean, I have pictured it so many times in my head, because it’s always been a concern. Rory told me, even before we started dating (hours before, but still), that