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I always use the term speSHUL to describe myself.
It is a wonderful umbrella term that includes me with all the other little snowflakes out there that find it a daily marathon just to fit in and feign normality.
There are a lot of us...and no, most of the time you cannot tell who we are by the time we are adults we have learned to adjust and adapt.
Sure, Medical Science™ LOVE me.
I am a White Coater's wet dream...but only because I choose to divulge as I do here.
I haven't come across many Synnies as off the scale as me.
Actually, I have not come (fner) across ANY!
My condition is strongly linked to an anxiety dosorder that I have (or vice versa I am not sure which!)
When I am feeling able to adapt, I can storm out there, switch off the Syn and act entirely normally....but at a price, because it is exhausting.
If I try to fit in for too long without a "Synnie break" I crash spectacularly and have to spend a week with a pillow over my head, blocking out the world.
I had such a week last week...I tried to do too many things that wigged me out.
Thankfully, I have learned how to pull myself out pretty quickly and am now back on focus.
But on my terms.
I am through the roof OCD, uber-organised and the owner of a photographic memory and the chronological punctuality of an atomic clock.
I am going on a camping road trip next week and since we had no camping gear and no real itinery, I suggested that my OH and I should get planning.
This involved me organising all of the camp sites, the route plans, the list of gear we needed and where to get it from....
Whilst walking to the camping shop today, I asked my OH why he always left it to me to organise and plan things like this.
His reply?
"Because you are speSHUL innit? You speSHUL lot excel in this kind of thing."
My reply?
"I am not particularly speSHUL...it is just that you are inept."
We both giggled and carried onwards at Warp 9...
...whereby my speSHUL skills ensured that we had EVERYTHING we needed in under half an hour...thanks to my list and the over eager Saturday boy in the shop!
(OH just loitered and monged and coughed up half the cash.)
I am uber-organised and motivated for a reason, you know.
Too much exposure to complicated situations (bright lights, loud noises, many choices) send my poor multi-synaptic crossover-brain into disorder and chaos.
In order to function in this crazy, overpopulated and nonsensical world, one needs to maintain a sense of ORDER and time keeping if one is as speSHUL as me.
A reminder: if any of you naughty people out there have experimented with hallucinogenics, I suspect you will have an inkling of what it is like to be me EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY LIFE.
I've observed people trying to do every day tasks whilst under the influence.
While it amused me greatly, it almost made we want to laugh out loud and say, "Now you know what it is like to be me!"
Of course, I have learned over the years to block it out.
But sometimes, just sometimes, I let myself embrace it.
This is why I can often be seen doing cartwheels, barefoot on dewy grass for no reason or rolling like a pig in shit on a soft rug just for the sensation.
It's a double edger, this Synnie business.
But I would not change it for the world.
One of these days I will talk about sex on here.
Imagine if your body were one giant erogenous zone.....????
Yep, my condition has its advantages.
It is a wonderful umbrella term that includes me with all the other little snowflakes out there that find it a daily marathon just to fit in and feign normality.
There are a lot of us...and no, most of the time you cannot tell who we are by the time we are adults we have learned to adjust and adapt.
Sure, Medical Science™ LOVE me.
I am a White Coater's wet dream...but only because I choose to divulge as I do here.
I haven't come across many Synnies as off the scale as me.
Actually, I have not come (fner) across ANY!
My condition is strongly linked to an anxiety dosorder that I have (or vice versa I am not sure which!)
When I am feeling able to adapt, I can storm out there, switch off the Syn and act entirely normally....but at a price, because it is exhausting.
If I try to fit in for too long without a "Synnie break" I crash spectacularly and have to spend a week with a pillow over my head, blocking out the world.
I had such a week last week...I tried to do too many things that wigged me out.
Thankfully, I have learned how to pull myself out pretty quickly and am now back on focus.
But on my terms.
I am through the roof OCD, uber-organised and the owner of a photographic memory and the chronological punctuality of an atomic clock.
I am going on a camping road trip next week and since we had no camping gear and no real itinery, I suggested that my OH and I should get planning.
This involved me organising all of the camp sites, the route plans, the list of gear we needed and where to get it from....
Whilst walking to the camping shop today, I asked my OH why he always left it to me to organise and plan things like this.
His reply?
"Because you are speSHUL innit? You speSHUL lot excel in this kind of thing."
My reply?
"I am not particularly speSHUL...it is just that you are inept."
We both giggled and carried onwards at Warp 9...
...whereby my speSHUL skills ensured that we had EVERYTHING we needed in under half an hour...thanks to my list and the over eager Saturday boy in the shop!
(OH just loitered and monged and coughed up half the cash.)
I am uber-organised and motivated for a reason, you know.
Too much exposure to complicated situations (bright lights, loud noises, many choices) send my poor multi-synaptic crossover-brain into disorder and chaos.
In order to function in this crazy, overpopulated and nonsensical world, one needs to maintain a sense of ORDER and time keeping if one is as speSHUL as me.
A reminder: if any of you naughty people out there have experimented with hallucinogenics, I suspect you will have an inkling of what it is like to be me EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY LIFE.
I've observed people trying to do every day tasks whilst under the influence.
While it amused me greatly, it almost made we want to laugh out loud and say, "Now you know what it is like to be me!"
Of course, I have learned over the years to block it out.
But sometimes, just sometimes, I let myself embrace it.
This is why I can often be seen doing cartwheels, barefoot on dewy grass for no reason or rolling like a pig in shit on a soft rug just for the sensation.
It's a double edger, this Synnie business.
But I would not change it for the world.
One of these days I will talk about sex on here.
Imagine if your body were one giant erogenous zone.....????
Yep, my condition has its advantages.
