Good sleep, a compliment about your chilla care, AND positive feedback from the ex when you may have been bracing for pushback? Awesome!
After breakfast I feel so tired that I think I´ll take a nap instead of heading out. I can pick up the package tomorrow with the autism assistance person.
Funny enough, now that I´m sober I´m increasingly aware of how abnormal the sensation and skin texture really is in my palms. The fact they never sweat included, it´s fascinating in a morbid way how I could go three decades without really registering the fact that my palms burnt when I was a child. Being constantly gaslit by my parents didn´t help the situation, of course. I remember calling them this Midsummer and confronting them about it, to which my mom replied "well your brother had all kinds of itches and pains but they were all from the drink", to which I replied "well if this were alcohol-related pruritus it wouldn´t be limited to my palms and the insiden of my fingers, and it wouldn´t make me not able to sweat", to which mom yelled in frustration "well isn´t there any other explanation?!?!", to which I calmly stated "none that I could think of, and I´ve thought about this a lot". That afternoon my dad called me to announce he had bought me the portable AC unit, not a small investment might I add. They know, and they are guilty.
The downside to being sober and accepting my injury as a fact - and worse even, accepting the nefarious way my parents tried to brush it under the rug - is that I am now able to feel the discomfort and lament my lowered sensation in a body part that should be very sensitive. I tell myself that Triptyl is used for the treatment of chronic pain... It should help, right? But also: palm burns are a common burn injury in children, covering 2% of the total surface area of the skin, and should ALWAYS be treated in a hospital both because children are more fragile than adults and as such suspectible to dehydration and death, and because, well, hands are FUCKING IMPORTANT. The thought that my parents just went "oh well, let´s keep this hush hush she won´t remember anyway" is killing me.
Apparently I´m really hard to kill.