Talking about something I find really interesting and beautiful and/or complex only to see the slow glazing of eyeballs of the person I was having a conversation with. This happened so many times as a child that I just stopped having those conversations for the most part unless they were in a trusted inner circle. Every once in a while I have a conversation with another person and they follow me down the rabbit hole and I am so grateful to have someone to share that side of myself with.
Ohhhhh-- this.
It makes me SO sad to see DD experience this. SO sad.
