Emergent neurodivergent

I see life through a spiritual lens. This isn't a choice, I always have. As a tiny child with no religious input, I used to hide in corners and wait for Something to Happen. I remember curling up and lying in one spot for hours, expecting to see Fairies. Had I known about angels back then, I would have been watching for them. As I grew a bit older I tried to pray although I wasn't sure who or what to. I mentioned before that I now realise God was my Hyperfocus. Quite a good choice as half a century on there is still plenty to think about.  I have no interest in prescribing what others should think or believe. I respect the views of everyone. I can't prove anything I believe in so why should I think it has more merit than anybody else's faith? (Okay, I do find Flat Earthers... intriguing, shall we say... but then I have known plenty of Christians who have proudly held bizarre beliefs which they wouldn't allow to be challenged, so...) The more I think about neurodiver...

I love this picture. My brother David painted it and it somehow encapsulates so much of who and what he was. We book-ended the family, he and I. 12 years between us and two siblings in between, but as a tiny child it was 'Dabid' I turned to for the maternal warmth which I seldom seemed to find in my mother. He taught me to play chess when I was 3, making few allowances for my age. I remember saying, "You can't take my king!" to which he replied, "I can if you make a bloody stupid move like that!" I had my first piano lessons from him at around the same age, and he encouraged me in my precocious love of reading.  I simply adored him and even though he was a teenager pretty soon after I arrived, he always made time for me, always loved and accepted me, didn't mind me curling up and listening to his hours of piano practice or sniffing his second hand maths books, and had a way of looking right into me that made me feel understood.  I think it's fair...