Verdandi wrote:
auntblabby wrote:
I doubt that I could actually remember anything I've told people here on WP. so in situations like visits to doctors' offices and such, I write anew a usable script pertinent to the situation. at the very least I use bullet points to jog my memory.
I remember most of what I've posted here. Or anywhere. I don't remember it all, but I do have a good memory. Not eidetic, but some people who know me sometimes think it is.
I should write new scripts for doctor visits because I never think far enough ahead to answer the more absurd things they say. So I get stuck because I can't answer.
Annaliina wrote:
For my neurology, I'm a A=>B=>C thinker, bu because other people don't make associations the same way I've had to pain stakingly learn the right words to let them know they aren't getting it. Its only through writing down an essay for my therapist that I was able to explain that I'm not dxplaining/bein recieved a cording to what I'm a tually trying to communicate.
I do associations differently as well. And it is often hard for me to explain to people they aren't getting it. Especially when they think that because they understood the words I used that meant they understood what I was saying.
I just want to.. Hug? You.
Give you a medal >>;; or something.
You are just so eloquently writing what I have obsessed to be able to express. I had to write down an essay to my therapist that said basically, he couldn't let my flowery, and precis language fool him, whatever he thought I was getting at was probably no rhe case.
My example was an artist drawing a field.
The artist may draw it in vivid detail, to the extent that the viewer percieves it to be complete. The artist, knowing his intention was to add a flower, may protest that, no, that wasn't it. The viwer, so righteous in their paradigm may just continue to insist that it was beautiful and complete.
The artist may never get the chance to draw the flower.
Sadder even, he may not know how.
Saddest, he may not know what it even is that makes the picture incomplete to him.
So ya.
I write and present like I have all my wits about me, but I am, inf act, a mystery to my own self.
On a random note,
Fudge. I really am autistic. I wasnt really.. Sure. My perception of it was way off. The more I read from others, the more I feel 'normal'.
07 Aug 2013, 7:10 pm
