Keep Calm and Mind Your Holes
The Holy Whole of Humanity’s Holey Existence
Lately I’ve begun scraping my tongue. On purpose. I even bought a little metal wishbone-looking tool for the purpose. Ideally, it’s another good habit to add to my (really quite remarkable, considering where I was 3 years ago) repertoire of habits. But I’m not doing it every day. Honestly, I don’t even floss every day, though that’s certainly one of my goals.
I’m autistic and, I’m coming to realize, a person who has ADHD. That’s probably why I’ve had a tendency to wander off in the middle of my ideal oral care routine — I get started brushing my teeth and something akin to “look! a squirrel!” occurs after about two minutes.
It helps me stay focused if I watch a few reels on social media while I’m doing the whole floss/scrape/oil pull/brush/gargle rigamarole, and that’s how I came to be watching Toni Nagy recount her recent experiences as I was cleansing my mouth hole.
It occurred to me then: as humans, we spend extraordinary amounts of time dealing with our various bodily openings.
