I’ve posted before, back at the start of my journey post ‘diagnosis’ of being NVLD. One thing is to note, it is a journey – I was pleased initially to have an explanation of my challenges, and then later became frustrated as I realized the day will never come when I can play chess or win an argument.
One thing I did think would be interesting is to study and participate in internal family systems therapy, a model I find appealing and interesting.
I didn’t realize that my lack of a mind’s eye (apparently a thing with NVLD folk) and very semantic internal narrative meant that finding parts (aspects of oneself that, for example, habitually carry out specific protective functions) required visualization, or the ability to feel somatically what’s going on inside (I feel literally). This meant that I struggled with the therapeutic modality. I understood immediately what was meant, but when I was curious about what was going on inside, all I got was a kind of stageplay written according to my expectations about what might be happening inside. It lacked any kind of authenticity and felt hollow and curated.And it made me think… that neurodivergence in therapy seems to be (at least for NVLD folks) in its infancy. We saw more questions as the course progressed, but the answers were pretty limited.
I’m wondering whether anyone else has found it difficult to connect with their internal narrative, or struggles with moving to a felt story rather than a told one, if that makes sense. Seems to me my right hemisphere is in operation, but has to semaphore the insights across a gully where my corpus callosum should be carrying the signals. Thanks for reading… it’s great that this site is here, and I’m sending love to all of you affected by NVLD. Sometimes it’s a pain in the proverbial, but I wouldn’t be anyone else. 🙂
Kevin
I’m an older, gay cis man living in Yorkshire, England. I work as a content designer (a great job for an NVLD person), and I am extraordinarily curious about ND, people, communication and why we are the way we are.
