Well, Nowhereman, I have made a connection with another indigenous person around the forums, so you're not the only one.
I grew up in southern France near the ocean. We kids did the same thing as you, whizzing down sand dunes on a cut off tractor bonnet. When a bit older, we used to tow it along the beach behind a converted 4WD. The longer the rope, the more interesting the turns, shoulder to the ground. A delicate balancing act that often ended in overturn. Even at high tide, the beach was too wide to allow a water landing from the dunes. A lot of fun, well worth the bruises and occasional sand scrape !
I later lived 9/10 years in South East Asia, after traveling Europe and North Africa (spent 6 months soul searching in the Sahara desert). My sense of belonging is fluid to say the least. Many elements of my native culture have been discarded, many others acquired from different cultures along the way. Moving around makes questioning thoughts and beliefs a necessity.
When it comes to mental/emotional conditions, what does it matter ? Those are issues that know no discrimination !!! But we can all contribute and be enriched by different perspectives.
