Dyslexic tales · Miscellaneous

That special person

I think everyone has one. I have two… What can I say – I’m just greedy. Although they act like they are one person. One can’t sleep without the other, they are depressed when not together and they don’t function well apart.

Who? I hear you cry.

My parents. My mum and dad have been married for forty years and they are barely apart. They are my favourite people in the whole world and it isn’t just because they look after me…

With the mental stuff I have I am useless at looking after myself. I forget to eat or eat the wrong things or I forget I have eaten and will have two dinners. I get depressed and if the aspergers is bad I can trance out for no reason. But my parents ignore all that and make sure I am on the straight path.

Then there is the dyslexia. I wouldn’t be writing if it weren’t for my mum. At first she looked at everything because I had no confidence. Now though I tend to let her look at things for publishers and competitions but the blog I edit myself.

Ah… You say, now you understand the mistakes.

I don’t know  – it just makes the blog more personal.

So my mum in my editor and my dad is my static point. He anchors me, even in the worst of storms. Even if my life falls apart or changes so much that it hurls me into a panic attack I know that he will be there. Calm and collected, and that he will make everything okay. 

Don’t get me wrong, I know that at some point I am going to have to make it out there on my own… But I have taken steps to ensure I am ready. I have made myself face change and I have pushed at my own mental boundaries so that they got bigger. It has worked so well that I don’t worry so much about life and what I am doing. I just get down and do it.

And then there is always my dad’s advice – “Stop thinking about it – just do it!”

This post was inspired by the daily prompt – my number one.

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