Breathe

Last night, I switched my brain off for two hours and watched Enola Holmes. For a very long time, Sherlock has been the annoying fuckwit in the Holmes family, it was always Mycroft who seemed more relatable. Of course, that’s changed over various adaptations and this time around having the elder brother who shouted at his teenage sister was, amazingly, exactly what the plot required.

Stories are great ways of teaching. Although that movie was clearly not didactic, it unintentionally becomes a metaphor for modern feminism that it is abundantly apparent most of the male reviewers totally failed to grasp, even when very obviously telegraphed by certain characters. It is perfect evidence, if it were needed, that two people can see the exact same thing and devolve totally different experiences.

It is partly why the World is undoubtedly in the fucking mess it is now.

There are a lot of people who think they know how stuff works. There are those who are so confident in their wrongness that they don’t care what they say or do. There are far too many people who’s first assumption when stuff goes wrong is to blame someone else, and not to look to themselves. Most importantly, sometimes it really is the tech that fucks up.

Having said all of that however, none of that is relevant to how you feel right now. That’s how this works, up close and personal. If you cannot function, and do what you’re doing correctly, that’s the quality of life issue that requires intervention. It’s how certain doctors judge whether you require treatment. It’s what a private psychologist said to me after they pronounced if I wanted to pursue an autism diagnosis, I was looking in the wrong place.

The only way to find the answers you need is to start listening.

I can see the people who are learning right now, and can also point out those for whom this will always be about them, before anything else.

I know who I associate with more.