Discovering my unique brain

Tonight was counsellor night! I can’t get over how excited I feel when I know I have therapy coming up – it’s not that it’s necessarily easy, but I feel that he is completely with me on my journey (I might say for the not-cheap price of £65 an hour – but he stayed a little late to help me prepare for Saturday’s call with the doctor and he’s offered to help with supporting emails and letters, so I think he very generous).

I’m emotionally drained again, but not in a bad way. I might sleep tonight!

We covered all sorts of ground; I got acceptance and validation from him, but also some gentle questioning about my assumptions and feelings of my part in things.

He accepts that routine for me is essential for my emotional stability, as are my special interests. This is going to be a hard sell to my husband because he already feels controlled by my routines and squashed by my interests, but feels like a crucial bit of understanding.

I dared to explore the role autism might have had in my becoming a eunuch, the role that grief might have played in creating a burnout that destroyed my inner walls and my exterior mask, allowing a low-key sense of identity-dysphoria to become a hyper-fixation/special interest that bulldozed through my life and over my husband. I am not saying that I have regrets (I love my body now in a way I never have before and am much more integrated in my identity), but perhaps I might be gaining insights into the mechanism that enabled me to become a eunuch.

Finally, he helped me refine what I need to say to the doctor on Saturday morning – these are my notes!

One of the most fascinating revelations in my journey has been discovering just how differently my brain works compared to most other people. It wasn’t until I started reading about autism and asking others, “Does your brain do this or that?” that I realized the unique way my mind operates. I had always assumed that everyone’s brain functioned like mine, but now I understand that my experiences and perceptions are distinct.

I thought, perhaps, that I was crazy!


And to complete the picture … I had a rotten night’s sleep! Despite sticking fairly closely to my wind-down routine, I awoke at 3am with a busy head and music playing in my brain again. I tried a bit of hypnosis, but I couldn’t even concentrate on that – so I gave in and wrote the rest of this blog and updated my doctor notes! I did get back off to sleep, but it felt like only five minutes before the alarm woke me up!


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