One of the many strengths of being NeuroDivergent is the need to stand up for equality.
This can cause awkward conversations and challenges. And we may be a bit blunt. I call this being honest. I also know I can be pedantic, but our attention to detail (when motivated) is good.
Form-filling is never a joy anyway, but I get frustrated with titles. Miss. Mr etc.
I get annoyed there is a gender difference. Men choose Mr and Master. Women have to declare Ms, Mrs or Miss. Why? Why does a married status have any relevance? And if it did, why is it relevant for only women?
Times are thankfully changing, and there is a whole gender conversation getting louder.
We have a right to be true to ourselves, and as someone who has lived 50 years not knowing I was neurodivergent, I applaud vulnerability and transparency. So when completing an online organisational form, there was no 'Other' title option (this is what I now choose). I was not going to be forced, so I chose Reverend. Sometimes I choose Professor or Dr.
This backfired because my PA and I later realised my details had to be published.
I was going to be on public record as a Reverend. I am not a Reverend.
So today, my PA got to witness me having a grown-up telephone conversation advising this organisation that 'no, I am not a Reverend, and yes, can you please change it'. I kindly thanked them. We then proceeded to giggle like children, proper snort giggling.
Yes, we are intelligent and opinionated. Also, campaigners for justice and equality.
But sometimes we are just silly daft Feckers, and that, my Dears, is probably my favourite strength.
Picture of the ceiling of a Church in Wales, from the inside, daylight is seen through the windows.
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