giftedness – The Gifted Bear

Gifted 101

Now that I have been writing this blog for a few weeks I have received some private messages from friends, family and others who have read my posts with interest and asked me questions pertaining to its general content matter; that of being a gifted adult. As raising awareness was partly the purpose of starting the blog in the first place I feel it is best if I address their questions publicly.

Comments have ranged from a genuine desire to learn more about something that is unknown to the person through to having no idea but having an opinion anyway (a very human trait) and include such things as “but what actually IS gifted?” “Wow, I can so see myself in some of your writing, maybe I’m gifted too”, “Love your blog Bear, please can you tell me where I can find more information about…” and my personal favourite: “I believe we/children/people are all gifted in our own way”.

So here it is fellow blog readers, Gifted 101.

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It’s a Dog’s Life.

I have many ‘special’ moments.

Husband set me the challenge yesterday of counting how many ‘special’ moments I have in a day. After counting not sitting on the toilet because it was still damp (someone had just had a shower and made the bathroom all steamy) choosing to wear a particular top because it was softer than the alternative and not eating toast for breakfast because it was too crunchy all in the space of about 30 seconds, I decided that task would be too hard to keep track of.

But his question did bring my thinking processes to the foreground, and I became acutely aware not only of how I was thinking; in many different layers, words, thoughts and pictures at the same time, but also of WHAT I was thinking.

At one point during the day I was looking at my dog. She is a very cute dog. In fact she is so cute I have to show you some pictures so you can get just how cute she is.

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Not All Games are Fun

“Come on, its fun!”

This was the sound of my childhood. I tried hard, I really did, but was not a natural athlete. Three years of going to gymnastics twice a week and I couldn’t swing myself on to the bar, twist on the beam or somersault on the mat. To this day my gymnastic prowess ends at being able to execute beautifully a forward roll and a round off; after sufficient warm ups of course.

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Taking a Walk on the Blindside

Emotional Intensity seems to be the order of the day with covering sensual intensity in the last post. It has been really present for me over the last few days, both the benefits of being this ‘intense’ for my friends and family and also the drawbacks.

I want to start with a story. I had a friend, who for the purpose of the blog I’ll name Bobby. He and I had a fantastic connection and were best mates. The only male I was closer to was my husband. Bobby was the brother I’d never had, growing up as I did as third of four sisters. We even had the same birthday and used to joke often about how we were pretty much twins, that the universe had screwed up somewhere along the line. We maintained our friendship over travels, distance and time, clocking up ten years until last February. Continue reading “Taking a Walk on the Blindside”

Because it’s Icky!

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Slowly I extended my hand waiting for the moment of impact. Then it happened, I gasped and pushed on through it, grasping the clay in front of me. It was art time at school and I had allowed the children to persuade me that having Clay Play for art might be fun.

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How Can You be Gifted?

Husband and I often joke that if people didn’t know me they would ask the question ‘how can you be gifted?’ They do this for several reasons; I sometimes miss the obvious especially in social situations. It is not unknown for Husband to deliver a deserved prod or a nudge with an elbow or foot if we are out.

I have trouble with my left and right. Family and Friends who have ever driven with me or given me directions know well enough that they need to give me time to look at my hands (left hand makes an ‘L’), or, failing that, say things like ‘turn your way’ at the lights. This inability is inherited from my dad, who is even worse than me if that is possible, and it can lead to many funny and not so funny situations.

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