So, 'community as assessment tool'. WTH
I s'pose diagnostic questionaires would be written by over-educated normal types who I don't trust anyway...
Just turned 50. Was treated for 'hyperactivity' since kindergarten. Little orange pills. Became class clown. Was in trouble every class period of every school day of every year till Jr. in High School. More spankings than anybody I know. More trips to principal than anybody I know. More fights than anybody I know. And I never could tell you WHY. I concluded that I was just bad. But I didn't think I was bad.
I zone off constantly. It's cost me several jobs. And I thought I was doing a good job! With people, I guess I don't avert my eyes. I stare at people (I guess). When they start backing up, I wonder 'what the hell's the matter with me?' Thought about wearing shaded glasses, like Fast Eddie Felson. I been treated for depression a couple of times. Zoloft. Made me feel weird and no sex drive. Screw that! Um, err, -forget it. Counselling? -The SOB would nod off (at $125/hr!) Then told me I'm still ADD and depressed. Duh! Aren't you SUPPOSED to feel crummy when life IS crummy?!?
People say I look angry all the time, even when I'm not. I don't have many friends. At least ones that call. My last jobs (Home Depot and a painting company) were disasters. Two weeks and eight weeks. One the supervisor, kept hounding me to hurry (and I sold more stuff than just about anybody in my dept!) till she fired me. The other boss teased me 'cause I'm a Christian and would't talk about who I'd like to plug. [If YOU'RE a hater, don't EVEN start with me] Pretty typical for the job history. Only job I had for more than a couple of years was PASTORING. I had this great opportunity to explain myself, but it didn't work too well with most people. I like Jesus, but I hate most organized religion.
I am have been married for 27 years. My wife was kind of strange, salutatorian of her class, till I corrupted her. We used to fight all the time. But we made up cause there was no place else to go. Now we're just kind of quiet.
I fix things for people. Computers, cars, electrical, plumbing. (Did phone geeking for Gateway and Actiontec, lasted about 1 yr at each) I can cook-book about anything, if nobody's watching. But most days I don't go out. It just doesn't FEEL good.
So Doc, am I gonna live?
02 Nov 2006, 1:31 pm
), you have been corrupted by the world for too many years, so diagnosing you is much harder than diagnosing a kid. Looking angry when you are not and fixing computers are good indication of Asperger. I'm not sure yet... I'll be thinking about it...
