I’m Ready for my label now. nuero spicey +

Usually any term that has even the faintest whisper of being trendy ( no matter it’s legitimacy) becomes near impossible for me to connect to. I have actively avoided reading books that I’m pretty fucking sure I’d love, purely on the basis that too many people are into them. I have to say the opposite is proving to be true when it comes to all labels neurodivergent. It’s wild to begin to attach a language to the challenges I didn’t fully appreciate I was having all these years on earth. All this to say, I’m truly enjoying this deep dive into learning more about how this delicate fucking flower of a brain 🧠 functions and I hope you might be curious too. I’m sussing out how to go about this project: An archeological dig through my personal sketchbooks to better understand my particular brand of nuerodivergence. Yes, you’re going to have to listen to me say this term a lot because it feels so good to finally feel so at home in a culture. Before the language was quite so accessible, I spent my lifetime compiling, documenting, studying ‘how to’ be a human in this world. Always on the precipice, peering in, using words, pictures,  drawings , mapping out my timeline to process the experience of being. I’m sitting on a mountain of documentation and I need to somehow create the time to sift through it, digitize it, extrude the data and compile an understanding of me. My systems for survival have been falling apart at the seams for the last few years. The strategies I’ve leaned on to navigate a world that isn’t designed for my hectic mind are coming up short now. My mammoth emotions and sensory overload/seeking ways are fragile and worn down after a lifetime of ignoring just how drained and misplaced I’ve felt. I’m aching for the chance to unearth, expose and share my findings in the hopes they resonate for other spicey-minded weirdos.