I really needed to write something short, and light. Sometimes my brain gets foggy, and I don’t always think sequentially. I do some silly things. Part of being visible is sharing these things, and part of self-healing is being able to giggle at the daftness of it instead of berating myself. Brain fog is part of the condition I have, and I am also in the process of coming to understand how neurodiversity impacts my life and my health. Funnelling my neurodivergent brain through a binary society has taken its toll. I have found a lot of solace and community recently. I share with people who, like me, later in life, are beginning to understand themselves through the neurodiversity lens, the beautiful infinite rainbow of human possibility.
Look closely at the picture, remember we all think differently, and enjoy my tale!
I don’t have a milk-person. We don’t get milk delivered. There is no one rationally that will take these bottles, sat here on my doorstep away. The bottles have been sat here like this, patiently waiting to be collected like all the other doorstep milk bottles. Sat here, I’d say for around 6 months, but who really knows now that time has become a marshmallow.
One can only imagine that my 6 months ago self, held a magical belief that the Elven Milk Monarch was going to come and collect these bottles. As was their duty under Elven Milk Lore. The days roll by, and it slowly dawns on me that perhaps there is no such creature, and maybe, I need a plan B for these bottles. They have waited a long time now. There is a stubborn part of me that still believes in the magic. I can’t let go of my daydreamed milk bottle collector. Also, I’d feel quite sorry for the milk bottles as I am sure they will be disappointed if I bring them in now and just put them with the regular recycling.
So, this is my current puzzle. What do you think I should do with the milk bottles? Perhaps Santa will help me out… It’s been suggested to me to put flowers in them or decorate them as a remembrance of the beauty and wonder of our curious minds.
Merry Christmas Y’all.
Visible Helene Therapy 