Hypervigilant supertaster and bibliophile. I am not a bot! I am a human being!

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Cake day: June 7th, 2023

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  • It’s hard as hell, but for me it comes down to this: we have to decide if they’re suffering so much that death would be a relief for them. Since we don’t have a common language, all we can do is go by what other signs and indicators are available. I don’t entirely trust veterinarians to make that decision, because in the past it has seemed to me that they tend to err on the side of euthanasia.

    I’ve done it both ways. Either way, it hurts.







  • I’m a super-taster and thanks to lots of childhood abuse I’m hypervigilant. So pretty much everything. If a person anywhere in the area has been smoking or in a smoky room any time in the last day or two, I’ll know it. I know what you last ate - and drank, if it wasn’t water. I can hear a woman sobbing quietly in a locked room down the hall when nobody else can.

    I see beauty in the clouds in the sky at night. I smell faint smoke on the wind. Scents that remind me of long ago, when I was a child - like the smell of shrinky-dinks coming off a hot metal mold, or pastries coming out of an Easy-bake oven. Autumn leaves swirling in an icy breeze. Or the smell of something like earwax, or tar.

    I often wonder how normal people live without sensing so much of the world!










  • It was well before I turned one; I was still in a crib. It was dark, nighttime, and incredibly hot. Some sort of animal with glowing eyes stared at me from the floor.

    I thought it was a dream, but decades later my parents confirmed that when I was a baby the thermostat had broken and we had a night where the temperature was 100°. As for the animal with glowing eyes, that was our cat.