Hello everybody,
Been hanging out here for awhile, seen a few things I'd like to comment on and had some ideas I'd like to get other people's thoughts on, so I figured I'd...uh...join the aspie party. How's that for an oxymoron?
I was reluctant to start out in "getting to know each other," since I've experienced numerous times that anyone who thinks they want to meet me hasn't met me, but it kinda seemed like the thing to do.
My story in typical in the overall plot line, but the details are pretty weird. I'm in my mid fifties, and I've spent most of my life trying to figure out why people dislike me so much. I'm concerned about one of my daughters, who in first grade provided the best description of Asperger's I've run across: "I always be nice to people, but nobody wants to be my friend."
I used to treasure my uniqueness and all that good stuff, but that was long ago. My life is so boring I feel sorry for my dog. Things seem headed to get worse, where boredom in physical comfort will seem like a fantasy. I've been there before. I don't want to go back, especially if it won't end till I do.
Symptoms? When I was working for the circus, nobody understood why I was always listening to audio tapes of Hamlet, MacBeth, and King Lear; not that they much cared, as long as they didn't have to be around me when we weren't working. In army basic training, one guy, totally exasperated, told me, "I never knowed nobody that could be so smart and so stupid at the same time."
For a long time I was hoping if I figured out what was wrong, it would be something I could fix. Like they say in the army, "Wish in one hand and s--t in the other, and see which one fills up first."
One good thing about understanding Asperger's. It's freed me from regret. So many times I'd look back over past events that went bad and think: "If I'd only said this," or "If I'd only done that."
It's clear now that nothing I could have said or done would have made a difference, simply because it was me saying or doing it.
You'll hear from me.
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They murdered boys in Mississippi. They shot Medgar in the back.
Did you say that wasn't proper? Did you march out on the track?
You were quiet, just like mice. And now you say that we're not nice.
Well thank you buddy for your advice...
-Malvina