Otherness. When I am with many Iranians, I sense otherness in some way, when I'm with non-Iranians I also feel the otherness. The feeling of being different acutely exists. An otherness that has roots in has roots in my ADHD, the combination of features I inherited or grew into, and having parents not capable of providing parental support, unconditional support. It's also like the language that both lack in something. The immigrant feels otherness in both communities. Forever cut the cords. But, with me, the cords weren't there. My therapist, dr oldie said your skin is a spacesuit. The connection was lost and severed a long time ago before I actually immigrate. In a deeply religious autocracy to be living with