I can so relate to this!
I’m bilingual
My first language is English. It’s what my parents spoke at home, my first words and thoughts were English. I learnt Welsh when I went to Ysgol Feithryn (nursery). I would have been about two. It carried on into a first-language Welsh primary school, and then a secondary school where English was not permitted even in the playground (making it the ironically rebellious act). I did my GCSEs in Welsh. I learned French and German and a smattering of Japanese through the medium of Welsh.
I remember a teacher once saying to me (and time passed means it will be a clumsy paraphrase), “It must be so hard for all you second-language-Welsh pupils, you have to translate everything in your head. You see a table, you thing ‘table’ and then look for the Welsh word, ‘bwrdd’ and then you can say it.”
I looked blankly at her. I…
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Autistic Ultra 
Haha, heart on a sleeve. I was well into adulthood before I worked that one out. But I still can’t work out why it’s like that. If the saying was heart on your face, forehead, chest, I’d get it better. That where feelings reside. But a sleeve?? I also have visual images for language, so to me, it’s a large red heart, stuck on the end of a sleeve. Talking the hind leg off a donkey (my speciality haha) brings an image in my head of a donkey shaking on of its hind legs, until it falls off, biting someone’s head off brings an image of a packman style cartoon biting a head off. Haha.
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