My Stuff
Recovering is weird, especially as it reveals how bad things were and for how long. Peter keeps drawing me back to 1982, 1983. Sixth grade, I turned 12 halfway through. When Peter says he wants to go home, that’s what he means. He wants to go back to his
Thoughts
[School] is the first place for many neurodivergent people that the seed is sown that they are fundamentally wrong, and that they must change and supress their neurodivergent traits. The lack of understanding of how neurodivergent brains work leads to stigmatisation, isolation, feelings of failure compared to peers, and starts
Quotes
My Stuff
So I’m young, I think sixth grade, I’m not sure why, but that’s what feels right. Seventh grade feels too late and fifth feels too early. I was interested in space and astronomy. Mom had gotten me all sorts of books and magazines. I remember I wanted
Thoughts
OP’s graphic apparel from the brand’s heyday dramatically illustrates the shifting visual aesthetic of the era, from the earth tones and primary color stripes of the late ’70s to the bright neon and jittery geometric shapes of the ’80s. The change is reflective of both the second surfing
My Stuff
I’ve been thinking about a weird feeling I experienced while growing up, and I wonder if anyone else in the community experienced it; feeling like you’re remembering something you’ve already known when you’re learning something new. Like, oh yeah, that makes so much sense I feel
notebook
Back in 1983, I wanted Dark Tower. It is all I wanted. Today, it is still my top choice for this page. The commercial was wonderfully moody, and it went hand-in-hand with my interest in fantasy gaming. — Read on retroist.com/1983-toys-r-us-christmas-sale-circular/ The Dark Tower was a wonderful game, though
Quotes
“you realize that what you remember from childhood are only glimpses of self-remembering” I wonder if this why some childhood memories are weird, like you can almost see yourself. Excerpt From: P. D. Ouspensky. “The Fourth Way.” Apple Books.
Writing
I’m leaving today to drive down to Kentucky to see my Mom. It’ll be the first time I’ve seen her since Christmas. I’ll get to have lunch with her tomorrow in her new facility, and then spend part of the afternoon with her. It’s a
Making Things
Been thinking about my childhood a lot lately. This afternoon I drew a map of the subdivision I grew up in from memory, trying to fill in where things and people were.