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wispfoxY'know... I'm really damn lucky.
I have the world's bestest roommate (really, any other roommate(s) have one hell of a set of shoes to fill), who I barely knew when she came to live with me. And yet, it worked out well, even when my wrists got stupid at me and she suddenly had a bunch of extra things to do because I could no longer do them.
World's purryest cat. And sufficiently _unlike_ Ash that I rarely have attacks of 'but you're not _my_ cat!'.
I have a job that, while it is part of the problem with my wrists, also understands the problem (possibly better than most medical professionals. Sigh) and works with me around it. And I'm improving. And I make enough money that I can _afford_ the various things that allow me to keep working and also improving.
I have many, many wonderful people in my life, even though some of them are far away and I don't see them often. I am loved, and understood far better than I'd ever have expected to be possible.
I am living in a time when it's _possible_ for me to have met all these people (all? of them I met through the internet, one way or another), to not be completely debilitated by my brain brokennesses, and indeed to have some of those brokennesses actively useful for my job. Where my difficulty with spoken communication can be worked around, and improved upon. Where being born 12 weeks early was not a death sentence. Where I could figure out various of the ways in which I am unusual by finding others similarly unusual online in email lists and newsgroups and such, and discussing things with them. Where I could get my first degree-related job while still _in_ school, because I was involved with a linux users group and friends from there happened to work at a place that was hiring.
Yeah. I? Am damn lucky. And sometimes it's nice to point that out. Perhaps especially when I'm underslept and stressed from work and the insufficiency of direct light.
I have the world's bestest roommate (really, any other roommate(s) have one hell of a set of shoes to fill), who I barely knew when she came to live with me. And yet, it worked out well, even when my wrists got stupid at me and she suddenly had a bunch of extra things to do because I could no longer do them.
World's purryest cat. And sufficiently _unlike_ Ash that I rarely have attacks of 'but you're not _my_ cat!'.
I have a job that, while it is part of the problem with my wrists, also understands the problem (possibly better than most medical professionals. Sigh) and works with me around it. And I'm improving. And I make enough money that I can _afford_ the various things that allow me to keep working and also improving.
I have many, many wonderful people in my life, even though some of them are far away and I don't see them often. I am loved, and understood far better than I'd ever have expected to be possible.
I am living in a time when it's _possible_ for me to have met all these people (all? of them I met through the internet, one way or another), to not be completely debilitated by my brain brokennesses, and indeed to have some of those brokennesses actively useful for my job. Where my difficulty with spoken communication can be worked around, and improved upon. Where being born 12 weeks early was not a death sentence. Where I could figure out various of the ways in which I am unusual by finding others similarly unusual online in email lists and newsgroups and such, and discussing things with them. Where I could get my first degree-related job while still _in_ school, because I was involved with a linux users group and friends from there happened to work at a place that was hiring.
Yeah. I? Am damn lucky. And sometimes it's nice to point that out. Perhaps especially when I'm underslept and stressed from work and the insufficiency of direct light.
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Date: 2007-12-07 05:58 pm (UTC)