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...

49 years ago today I made the decision to follow Jesus. As I was in an   Evangelical Church, I said the time-honoured prayer to ask Him into my life . I didn't even realise it was Armistice Day, although that seems a peculiarly appropriate day to have done it. I'd struggled since being a little girl with self-hate; not sure where it came from but my relationship with my Mum was not great, I was the youngest of 4 very accomplished children and in my head I was definitely the runt of the litter.  I found a Puffin Diary (remember those?) in which I had faithfully filled in the Memoranda  section every week for a year with the phrase, Never forget that you are the most horrible little girl in the world. I was 9 years old that year. I'm not sure why I thought that was the case, nor why it needed to be remembered - I think I was trying hard to be different but I just couldn't do it. I remember how it felt inside my head when I went into a rage, remember wishing someone would...