In the face of inevitability
Every morning I wake up to my own space, my contented-enough cat, a day of my own chosen activities. There are eggs waiting to become breakfast, and choices of coffee or tea. I have a reasonable expectation that no one will come pounding on my door to change my circumstances. Yet. Not for a while. I've never been officially diagnosed as neurodivergent, I come from ancient if non-specific Western European ancestors. I am, as my parents called themselves, an inconspicuous non-conformist. My... Sign in to see full entry.