As our lives go on its so easy to look forward and to live in the moment and to forget who we were, and what we had to go through to get to where were are today let alone where we are going.
All of us have been though our own trails and tribulations, in order to be standing where ever we might find our selves. Its so easy to forget who were were back then and to continue on as we are. But history teaches us much about our ourselves and we all have our own histories and stories to tell. To delve back in to these histories and to tell these stories can be a mixed bag of emoitions. It can be like opening up Pandora’s box, it can be a very scary thing to even consider doing, let alone to actually do. To relive and to revist not just the good times but the bad times too.
Having done this five years ago when I first wrote about this in brief, when I published : “My life with Aspergers Syndrome (the Social Dyslexia)” on my Blogger account, its now also on my Medium account read it by clicking here.
It’s very safe to say that is one of the most emotionally challenging things I have ever done, the only thing that comes close to that was getting my heart broken. It wasn’t easy and thanks to the advice of a dear friend of mine, I am going to start going back into my past and telling my story as best and accurately as I can.
Starting with a part two I guess you could call it of the aforementioned blog post, as much has happened in the past five years and there are things that I didn’t include the first time. These future posts will look deeper in to My life with Aspergers Syndrome…as much as I am not looking forward to facing my former selves and standing in the shadows of people I have long since laid to rest. I guess there is no time like the present to start and I just hope you will join me on this journey of mine. As I take you on a journey to living my life with this social dyslexia and through the highs and the lows. Where I step back from the rants and random bits of wisdom and go and face my former selves one by one.