A couple of weeks ago I came to the conclusion that my emotional GPS is flawed. Possibly even broken, possibly never worked at all.
I started to compare it to Daniel’s real-world sense of direction. He recognizes places, but they just don’t auto-organize into a spatial map inside his head. So, if I’m in the car, I navigate. If he’s alone, he uses GPS. This example has helped me: if he’s so gifted and brilliant in all his many ways- and just is missing a sense of direction that is very easily supplemented by a navigator or a machine- maybe I really don’t need to worry about my own lack of a functional emotional guidance system. I can recognize that, from the start, whatever ‘settings’ I was born with are too sensitive and hyper-alert to danger, which leads to many, many false alarms.
So it’s really simple. I navigate when we’re in the car. And he gets an override brake for my emotional assessments.