Back in school, I never knew I had dyslexia. I was not tested until I failed my bachelor thesis and my professor (who, funny enough, was himself a foreigner) told me I wrote so poorly, it was almost impossible to read and it was difficult to imagine I was not a foreigner myself. Now, the thing is, my father was …
Meltdowns suck, but you already know that if you read yesterday’s post. It’s a part of my life that I could live without, but it is also a part of what makes me what I am. Therefore, I needed to find some way of living in balance with my meltdowns. I wanted to stop fearing them as much as I …
Meltdown are impossible to escape, even though I often wish I could. They can come out of nowhere, just suddenly hitting you like a bucket of cold water in your face. My body starts shaking, starting with my hands usually. Not so much that people notice, and if they do, they generally just think I’m nervous. The shaking is really …
