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I'm not really diagnosed with anything. But let me put it this way, and see if it resonates with anyone:

I used to be terrified of ordering fast-food because I didn't know what would happen if I got thrown a curve-ball. I mean, I 'got' the basic transaction. I ordered off the menu. They asked for money. I paid. They said thank you. I moved on. But "how was your day?" I wouldn't have an answer for that. I didn't know the correct response.

Most of the time, I function. I have to. I'm not bad at figuring out the rules. But what I don't have is something instinctual that tells me what the rules are. I have to go learn them. Sometimes it feels like I'm some interloper, walking around. Ordering oranges when really it's a highly offensive thing to do on Tuesdays, and everybody else seems to magically know.

I hear ya, like i know what i'm supposed to say or am expected to say, but i ahve to think about it first, the first things that come to me are never appropriate or unconnected, sometimes i just have no response.

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Tim

Welcome,

You can go out? Order fast food? Please take us with you. You are one of those high functioning types I have heard of, but not much of that around here.

So true, all of that important stuff vanishes when their computer stops working. My usual troubleshooting starts with a laying on of hands, I have a chicken bone with feathers tied on with hair, and some Star Trek props, made of a laser pointer. I chant files be gone, defragment, defragment, while waving the chicken bone.

I run through the setup, recite the major demonia, shut down while chanting , Die! Die!, and when all is blackness, one more wave of the bone and Arise! Reborn!

For this I get $75 an hour.

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