Yeah, I think you’re right. I know that an actual research institution is probably the best place for her and when she first told us about the narcolepsy, I could hear her thinking about wanting to sign up for a sleep study, so it’s not like she’s averse to being poked and prodded a bit. But … I don’t know. I think I’m just hesitant about having that conversation.

tacotacotaco

Because you think she might be offended?

thatsahumanperson

No, not offended, necessarily. She’d never admit it, but I think she was pretty disappointed when I turned out to have an ability. We both thought it skipped a generation and then … me. I think maybe she’s just overwhelmed?

onmyown

I think n/tacotacotaco is right—and maybe you can talk to her and tell her you understand it’s overwhelming, but you’re there for her. Someone did that to me when I was first going through it, and it made all the difference in the world to just know that there was someone there for me.

thatsahumanperson

Yeah … these are all totally valid points and I know she probably could use someone right now … lord knows I really leaned on this sub when I was first going through it. I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t found you guys. Even after I was done with all the inpatient stuff and had a better grip on it all, this community was really a safe haven. It’s a little weird that I’ve never actually met any of you—that I don’t even know your names—but it’s also easier to talk about stuff that way. My sister and I don’t really have the kind of relationship where we talk about stuff. We’re not exactly the heart-to-heart type. I don’t know … maybe now is the time to start?

SEPTEMBER 16TH, 2016

I really have always been the weird little alien that doesn’t quite fit into my family and tonight really clinched that.

I had just gotten home from my date with Emily—oh my god, my date with Emily! Okay, the family drama can wait, first the good stuff. I want to remember every moment and I feel like it almost got washed away by the maelstrom that sucked me under when I went downstairs the next morning. I’d had the weirdest dream and was still half asleep when I came into the kitchen and, well, my head is still a little all over the place. Clearly.