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Poll Back To Basics

Do you struggle with or have had to relearn

  • Breathing

    Votes: 42 67.7%
  • Eating / Food Issues

    Votes: 41 66.1%
  • Sleeping

    Votes: 54 87.1%
  • Eye Contact

    Votes: 35 56.5%
  • Talking

    Votes: 41 66.1%
  • Movement / Gross or Fine Motor

    Votes: 24 38.7%

  • Total voters
    62
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I have this idea in my mind that most of us are affected by most of these things at one point or another. Not really sure how accurate that idea is.

I often times feel like a toddler having to seriously relearn all the basics, before I can move on to things like crossing the street, sharing, and standing in line. Aieeee! Look out! She's running with scissors. ;) Conversely, I'm still an adult, with all of the acquired learning still rattling around up there. Or as a girlfriend of mine with combat PTSD once said "Arrested development + Mad skills = Damn Good Time or Disaster."
 
I'm not so sure that it's RElearning it. It's more like learning it the right way. I have always been seriously socially backwards. I think the worst is in therapy. I actually don't really know what my theapist looks like. I've kinda glanced at him a few times but really, I would only be able to identify him by his feet (he wears flip flops) and I notice when he gets a new pair of jeans. *shrug*

I can't even claim to be a 'beautiful mess' I just kind of string shit along and manage to sometimes form pretty sentences by playing the word jumble game correctly.

I LOOK like an adult, shop and pay taxes like an adult, hell I even go to work like an adult but honestly, I really feel like I'm about 6: I'm praying I can figure out how to find my way back home tonight and that I don't mess up and pee myself at school again today.
 
"Arrested development + Mad skills = Damn Good Time or Disaster."

LOL, that's great....

To some degree.....I have some hard earned skills life skills I was rather proud of and I feel I've deteriorated significantly since "it" all started. I'm not sure I get them back?

I can't even claim to be a 'beautiful mess' I just kind of string shit along and manage to sometimes form pretty sentences by playing the word jumble game correctly.

LOL again, wonderfully put....

Best, Whirlwind
 
Not so much that I have to re-learn as much as I have to get it in the first place. I also couldn't pick my therapist out of a lineup! He asks me why I'm always looking down. Or staring out the window. I participate without awareness unless I'm in a school environment -then I pay super close attention and enjoy it. I guess it's a matter of interpersonal relationships. I know I was put into first grade at 5 because my mother @was sick of having kids at home". Always socially awkward. Isolate.
 
I tend to think 'well, back to the basics, time to learn them -well- this time'. It's cyclical and I don't but then, boy what a great moment of pride when it's something I Know Already.

Where it actively bothers me is languages though. When I remember all the ugly words and not even swearing in the same language, I feel my coping skills are significantly crippled.
 
@KwanYingirl, five fluently. It's more what everything else represents to me though. Different people, different times of life, different memories. Different accessibility with different languages, and I don't like going all behavior changes on people because of it, just because I was a rather different person in different companies where this or that was spoken. (Apologies for not being able to explain better. Basically dissociation and multilingual brain = don't mesh together.)
 
I often start to cross the street without looking both ways. I catch myself sometimes before I get out there, but other times I have had a car swerve out of my way or stop for me at pretty close range. It happened for the first time a few years ago and I even did it today again. No cars were coming today, and fortunately I have not had a close call (like a foot away or something from a car that screeches to a sudden stop). I assume I am dissociating when I do this! It always freaks me out when I do it, because I suddenly come to the present and get scared by what has happened, worrying that one time in the future sometime, I won't be so blessed as to survive it.
 
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