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What the worst part of having ASD for you?
1. the demands placed upon me by the external world that i find arduous and often pointless.
it is extremely unpleasant to me to have to interrupt doing what like to do in order to perform tasks that i do not like to do. it is not possible to live a life free of "chores", and everything i have to do other than what i want to do is a chore.
what most people consider to be fun, i consider to be a chore. i have 4 free days per week, and on every one of those days, something will occur that causes me to interrupt my peaceful involvement with what i have chosen to do.
i will need to eat so i have to save what i am doing, and get properly dressed and get in the car and go to the supermarket and decide what i will feed my self with and come home and cook it and then clean up and then get back to what "life" interrupted. it is a blasted nuisance to tear myself out of what i am having fun with to do mundane things. there are countless examples of what i find to be arduous chores.
2. sensory issues
my senses are not heightened (except that i can almost see ultraviolet light (the purple aura around fluorescent lights)), but somehow my brain's ability to accommodate my sensory perception is compromised.
even though i usually like repetition and it soothes me greatly, if it is a repetition of something i find annoying, then with every repetition, i will become more and more displaced from my equilibrium until i have to stop the repetitions by whatever means, without regard to any consequence.
example : today i was driving in the rain for an extended period of time and the wiper blade in front of my drivers seat had a tiny "nick" in it and every time the wiper swiped the windscreen (windshield) it left a very narrow curvilinear arc of water on the windscreen right in my focus field.
then further raindrops obliterated the "arc", and while i was relieved that i could no longer see the curvilinear water trace, i was also anxious for the next wiper sweep to swipe the windscreen because it was hard to see.
then when the wiper repeated it's swiping action, there was that f*cking arc again!! !
then it got obliterated by the intervening rain between wiper swipes relieving my angst at the arc, but intensifying my angst that i could not see where i was going, then the wiper wiped away my angst at not being able to see where i am going, and replaced it with the angst of that nerve stripping visual arc again.
this process repeated it self with the frequency of each wiper swipe. i was at screaming point and then the rain got heavier, and i had to switch my wipers to a faster speed and i freaked out and had to pull over because my mind could not accommodate the oscillation of obliteration of focus with a fine curvilinear arc of unwiped windscreen faster than i had previously been able to only barely tolerate.
3. inability to summarize effectively.
i can not say in an effective way what i have to say unless i spell out every step in the process of the compilation of my announcements.
i can not economize or optimize the slurry of words that spill from my mind of which few stick to the walls of my concepts.
people lose their attention due to the way i say what i want to say. i expect that they are hanging to hear what i say, and so i prepare an elaborate staging of the delivery of my thoughts in a developing sequence that is too slow and featureless to maintain the attention of others.
not that i want it anyway i guess.
i so often think "whatever", not because it is a buzz word, but because it fits what i feel so often.
if i had no ability to make money i would be vanquished by the rest of humanity. i need only cash to do what i want to do. i do not need love or approval.