Yay more pictures!

I’m getting addicted to taking pictures for the blog header! It’s a really nice challenge to look for things and colour schemes that would suit the overall blog theme. No rainbows this time, though.

This is the roof of the new bus station behind Amsterdam Central Station. The coloured panes will eventually spell out “Amsterdam CS”, I think. They’re not finished yet. I especially like the blue sky in the background here.

Close-up of a basket full of lobelia at the beer festival last Saturday.

Close-up of the multicoloured ficus plant I have in the front window. No idea what the official name is. It’s still alive and with my plant caring skills, that’s saying something.

The stained glass window in my living room. One of the reasons why I fell in love with my house.

Close-up of the Moroccan lamp in my hallway.

One of the pages from “The Ballooning Adventures of Paddy Pork” by John S. Goodall. One of my favourite childhood books, together with Eric Carle’s “The Very Hungry Caterpillar” and Dick Bruna’s “The Apple” (click on bekijk trailer, Dick Bruna is awesome).

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Tripping down memory lane

Age 10. The high point of my “I only want to wear blue dresses” phase. I really hated that video camera flash light, which is why I’m keeping my head down. My youngest brother is not allowed to touch the puzzle pieces (normal sibling behaviour) because I’ve already sorted them according to category (not so normal).

I must have been about 8 or 9 here. Still sucking on my fingers and playing with my hair. Not interacting with the other kids at all.

My 7th birthday. My grandmother is explaining something about my birthday hat, I’m obviously concentrating on what she’s saying but I don’t look at her or smile until she’s done talking. My grandmother might have been on the spectrum too.

Age 5 or so. Flapping my knees. Also forgetting to put on facial expressions unless prompted, and then they’re slightly overexaggerated. 😉

Age 6. Toewalking. Toerunning. Overall fairly uncoordinated motor skills.

I’m not posting the one of me and my younger brother spinning in circles in the back garden because we weren’t wearing much, lol. I don’t think I come across as autistic in these videos all that much, just slightly “off” maybe. But not to the level where I’m stimming in every single video, for instance. And I’m obviously interacting with my family. So I’m not entirely sure what to make of this.

Edited to add:
In fact when first watching all the material, I saw myself behaving like a typical child. The videos start in 1980 when I was 4 and my younger brother had just been born. As the years progressed, my behaviour kept on feeling normal, and that feeling got confirmed when I saw my younger brother behave the same way at the same age.

And then I saw my youngest brother appear on screen, born in 1982. The contrast is absolutely frightening. He is constantly looking at people and smiling and pointing and touching and interacting with them on every possible level. He doesn’t fidget, even as a baby and a toddler. He looks bewildered sometimes but mostly in response to something I or my younger brother do.

As if even at that age, he already understood the rules of social conduct better than we did, and saw neither me or my younger brother following those rules. It’s now nearly 30 years later and he still looks bewildered by our conduct sometimes. 😉