When I was a child, no one was tested for neurodiversity. I’m 60 today; too old now for any doctor to care if I’m on-spectrum. Perhaps I’m only excruciatingly introverted.
With that in mind, I’ve recently reevaluated some of my memories. I’ve always liked this photo, but I can now say this is not just a pouty girl in a toddler’s chair. My mother wrote “Sulky Kathleen” on the back of this picture, and it’s not inaccurate. It is, however, only one description of someone who’s been interrupted while thinking. I love this one-and-a-half year old who takes a mental deep dive into a women’s magazine with a smoking ad on the back cover.
