9:40pm May 2, 2015

Something strange has happened.

Since moving into my new apartment, I’ve become far more independent. I don’t know a better word for it. Normally I stress human interdependence. But I’ve been able to do a lot of things for myself that used to take a lot of effort to do, if I could do them at all.

Fey has changed, too. She’s sixteen years old, which is about e ighty in cat years by the nearest measure I know. (First two years = 25 total, then add 4 for each additional year.) Even when she was a kitten, she rarely played. Since moving here, if she finds any object at all on the floor, even a sheet of paper, she bats it around, throwing it up in the air, catching it with her teeth, rolling on her back, and generally not acting her age at all.

Meanwhile, I can go to the kitchen by myself, which used to be very hard. Same with the bathroom. It’s become much easier to do these things. I can make myself soup broth, either from bouillon cubes or from pre-made soup broths that I add spices to to make them more interesting. I can maneuver around the apartment better than I’ve ever been able to do before – especially in the dark.

I did have a period where I was falling more often, especially when it was not dark, but that seems to have passed. I still am more comfortable in the dark, though. My inertia and autistic catatonia seem to be better than they were before, for the first time ever. It seems weird though. I can’t explain any of this.

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