Hello, my name is Lynn, and I have autism. Like many of you, this came as a shock to me, but then again, it didn’t. It rather came with a sense of relief, vindication, mingled with grief and indignation for not knowing sooner. You may recall how I have spoken about being an INFJ at great lengths, emphasizing that was the reason for my difference in perspective about the world. However, in recent years, I have developed a sense of…transcendence, for lack of a better term, knowing who I ...
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The Oddball
Have you ever felt like you didn't belong? Even in, or especially in, your own family? Would you consider yourself the oddball? I know I do. Compared to my other four siblings, I'm the artist. I'm usually off in my own little world, seeking adventure, "dreamy far off look, nose stuck in a book," ink or paint staining my fingers, mussy long curly hair, big glasses---you get the idea. Then there's the eldest brother. He's probably the only one who could challenge me for my self-imposed ...
A Different Perspective
I'm going through this pre-pre-marital counselling with my rabbi and rebbetzin right now, and one of the first steps in the process is taking this infamous Taylor-Johnson Temperament Analysis. Apparently, it's suppose to be great for couples and relationships because of its unique cross-examination feature. No, it is not a compatibility test. My opinion is it focuses on behavioural patterns, and thus how you relate to another person or are perceived by another; hence why its focus is aimed ...
Messy Musings
I've started about 3 different posts which I immediately saved to drafts. Nothing seems to be flowing easily. Maybe it's from eating all that matzah? Maybe it's exhaustion from the holiday and then all this overtime? Maybe it's just the fact some days, some weeks, writing is difficult, and that's when you have to write all the more. That's when you write "harder". I'm sure there's a great metaphor or allegory I could utilise comparing physical exercise, strength building, or whatever ...
Wasted Love: Raging INFJ Pt. 4
I think all my Raging INFJ posts have lead to this point, to this dramatic declaration which beats at the heart of all INFJs. We despise door slamming, letting go, saying goodbye -- we rage for one reason and one reason alone: we fear our love being wasted. As Mirren so poignantly reminded me on Twitter, "When I love, I love." Her words sparked a burgeoning idea, which I felt compelled to write, knowing all my own rage lead to this interconnected epiphany. When an INFJ says, "When I ...
