The stuff I ascribe to the autism / AS spectrum has been perfectly constant throughout my entire life; the only real change there has come through my level of understanding this spectrum, such as I do.
The stuff I ascribe to the schizophrenia spectrum has been slowly creeping towards becoming more pronounced, which is fairly typical from what I understand; I don't want to say has been becoming "worse", for this condition is both good and bad, a gift and a curse. My madness is a well from which I draw forth much art and creativity, and a spyglass through which I can look at things sideways when most people can only look at them straight on. I even managed to re-forge rampant paranoia into utter preparedness, which has served me well many times.
Through strength of will and character, one's demons may be made to serve and advise rather than rule and torment. I choose to believe there's no such thing as a glass that's half empty or half full; the half full glass has the drink in the bottom half, and air in the top half; drinking the drink in the bottom half is the obvious exercise of optimism; wailing about the air in the top half of the glass is the obvious exercise of cynicism; drinking the drink and finding a use for that air is the more challenging exercise, and one that many people never even realize is something to attempt.
Good fortune,
- Icarus dances on the razor’s edge betwixt genius and madness...
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Please forgive me if, in the heat of battle, I sometimes forget which side I'm on.