

Machines speak to me.
Not literally of course. In my youth I discovered that I could hear changes in the sound machines make a LOT earlier than anyone else. Even people who spend hours every day with said machine and that was the first time I had been around it.
I can do it even to this day. I have worked in IT for the past 30 years and the number of hard drives I’ve predicted to fail and then they went on to fail is well into the thousands. All because I walked past the rack in the data center and heard something “off”. For those that work in data centers you know just how f’ing loud they are.
My wife’s last car was a 2003 Camry that I almost never drove. She was backing out going to work and she saw me give her car a weird look. She stopped, drove back into the garage and told me to look. At that time we had been together almost 10 years so she’s seen my ability numerous times. I looked under her car and sure enough the flexible connection between the exhaust manifold and exhaust system had a small hole. It wasn’t enough to be loud, it was just enough to change the note the car made. Even being told what to listen for, my wife could not pick out what was wrong.
For the record, while I’ve never been diagnosed it’s a given that I’m neurodivergent.




That is true.
My Grandma was just old though, she didn’t suffer from Alzheimers, at least she was never diagnosed with it. It’s pretty common on that side of my family for the short term memory to go. My Dad and Uncles all had the same issue the final years of their lives. My Dad died three years ago at the age of 88 and while he was still laying down long term memories, it was a struggle with him.
Even now at the age of 56 I find myself trying to remember words. I’m talking about common words too, not things tucked away in the basement of my vocabulary.