Intro
On one winter day, just after noon, a little girl was born, a very little girl. She was born into a family that awaited her birth as if it would be the best thing to ever happen to them.
„She was no bigger than a beer bottle.“ – yes, that was the comparison. Yeah no, my family is definitely not prone to alcoholism…
Let’s skip the intro. Hello. My name is Christina, and yes, I am that beer bottle girl. Though, now, 23 years later, the beer bottle is rather in my hand, but I haven’t grown much.
I was born about 20 days earlier than the due date, and also a fun fact: I was supposed to be a part of triplets. But, early on in my mother’s pregnancy, she lost the other two. Later on, we would make jokes that I was really fighting for the land that would be left in the will, which is hopefully not yet to be used for many years.
Those 20 days I spent just sleeping, and apparently I really loved the radio. Technically I am a part of generation Z, but I have been raised as a millennial due to my parents being baby boomers. So yes, a radio, no internet till grade four, no cable TV, video cassettes, video camera actually, and not the small one. I still have the VHS player so I can watch snippets of my childhood. However I am turning them into CDs for my parents, and for me to switch it to a USB.
When I was born, there were a lot of people celebrating. Also, after 40 days, when I got baptized, the celebration was so big that the whole house was full. They were all dancing our traditional folklore dance, and singing.
My grandpa held me, as he sat at the front of the long table, as the eldest man in our close family. He held me as if I was fragile and so easy to break. I wonder if that was a spoiler alert to who I would be later on as I grew.
My parents could not have kids for 20 years, so I was a big deal, despite being as small as a beer bottle.
What we will find out through time is that I am neurodivergent, meaning my nervous system is not like most people’s. Specifically, a highly sensitive person, with a spark of Asperger syndrome, and possible ADD – attention disorder, but not that pronounced that I could be diagnosed. But we shall focus on high sensitivity.
High sensitivity means my body and emotions are more sensitive, go figure… Lights, sounds, fabrics, textures, foods, smells, Jesus Christ I cannot even name it all right now, but with time and stories you will get to know more. But for now:
Welcome to my life, let’s dissect it in the following chapters.
