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Julie M Green's avatar

"Hang out with your pets, you know they talk more sense than anyone else!" Ha!! Thanks for the laughs! My Christmas has shrunk so much over the years, so *escaping* is easier now 😉 But- I remember the early years, and it was not pretty. I've written about that time-out this week...

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Christina Afoke's avatar

Thank you for this! Last Christmas I (didn’t give you my heart, but instead) was feeling this sense of regret that we weren’t spending it with my family in Germany. For clarity - we’ve never spent it there since we had kids 7 years ago, so it’s not that we weren’t following traditions, but I got this sense that my parents are getting older and that I want my kids to experience a German Christmas at least once. So I promised to myself we’ll spend it there this year. Now what has been happening over the past 12 months is this great unraveling of both myself and my son as ND humans, we are both likely AuDHD. And while I’m on one hand absolutely dreading the extra drama and demands that spending it abroad with my family will bring (neither my husband nor my kids speak German so I’ll spend a fair amount of it translating back and forth), and as my family back home neither know or would understand what these ND things might mean, I feel this strange sense of wanting to “come home” and heal some of the wounds badly band-aided in my own childhood and adolescence. Is Christmas a great time to reveal that I think I’m AuDHD (and most likely also perimenopausal, but again they wouldn’t understand that either)? Probably not. And yet there’s a part of me looking forward to it. It might all be an almighty car crash but I’m sure it’ll be one we can each talk to our friends at length about for sheer entertainment. 🫣

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