"[that’s] how high functioning people get in trouble"
the tail end of a text my dad sent me the other day. yet again i was freaking out about something benign. yet again he had all the right things to say to make me take pause.
i’ve always identified with basic minimizers like ‘different’ or ‘strange’. rarely unique. never better.
'high-functioning' has become this new, interesting way to navigate the intellectual and emotional space i take up.
barely a thought. i guess just a note-to-self. or a note-to-other-manic-and-differently-intelligent individuals that you aren’t lesser-than or different. just high functioning.
|things we hated as children:||being spanked and naps
|things we love as adults:||being spanked and naps
"I wouldn’t necessarily mind people not knowing I’m gay, but I don’t like being thought of as straight — in the same way that I don’t mind people not knowing I’m a writer, but it would be awkward if they assumed I was an extreme skateboarder, because that’s so far removed from the reality of my life. But there is no blank slate where orientation is concerned; we are straight until proven otherwise. And if you’ve never seen how dramatically a conversation can be derailed by a casual admission of homosexuality, let me tell you, it gets awkward."