Plus, you guys do this great ~ma thing. And are awesome.
Much ~ma to The Girl's father, to her whole family, and to you. Please don't apologize for needing a safe place to let it out.
'Underneath'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Plus, you guys do this great ~ma thing. And are awesome.
Much ~ma to The Girl's father, to her whole family, and to you. Please don't apologize for needing a safe place to let it out.
Here is a checklist that might help you know if it is worth getting evaluated
Some of the symptoms are remarkably similar to dyspraxia, which is my particular version of neurodiversity. I wonder if similar areas of the brain are affected in both.
I'm sorry, Seska. I hope it turns out to be treatable.
Holy crap, Andi. I think that's me too.
Huh. Never would have suspected that.
{{{Seska, Girl, Girl's father}}}
{{{{Seska, Girl and Girl's family}}} I'm so sorry.
Seska, I am so sorry for your family. Much strength and coping to the Girl and her father.
{{{Seska and loved ones}}}
Am I being too sensitive if I'm getting annoyed that my officemates keep commenting on my food? I just want to eat my lunch, not explain it! Today, one of them asked me what my lunch was today before I even had any food in front of me. And when I answer their questions, it's not like they do anything with the information -- like, if they asked for recipes or something, that would be an actual conversation. But it's just, "What do you have for lunch?" "Salad, cherries, and an apple." "OK." Every single day.
My cat sometimes smells my breath to see what I had for lunch, but that's not every day.