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my dad and mom were trying to figure where the Genesis song Ripples comes from (the album I mean) I yelled down the stairs "Trik of the Tail" and went back to sleep

so, I was at work, and we have this 'birthday buddy' thing where we remember another team member's special day with a card everyone signs and a cake to share - well my supervisior came to me and told me I should give back my slip of paper with the name on it (so she could give me another) but I didn't hear that part because my brain was already hearing what she said next, that my birthday buddy, and a woman I went through job training almost a year ago was no longer with the company.

I got scared! I was bracing for my pink slip and I was trying to keep the world from flinging me off into outerspace. I have been 'let go' because it 'wasn't a good fit' , because ' you need a different atmosphere' because 'you are driving us crazy' because 'if you come back we will call the police'. I have had good firings, I have had really bad firings, I have told them to 'hurry up with my box of things' and I have been out of the building so fast my coffee was still warm to drink on the way home. But I don't like them and all they will eventually mean.

but it wasn't me this time. I was just feeling the residual angst and adriniline from my supervisor having to fire this other woman. I am glad I didn't start bawling like a calf!

There were two more firings before the end of the week, and even though I 'felt' the energy, I tried my best not to internalize it as ME getting fired. It was a rough week, cause I had to move, and the guy I hired to help me move the stuff into the truck didn't show, so I was kinda tired. I get more Aspie the more tired I am.

Merle

I was at band practice last night and I was having a bad day anyway. I was totally overloaded, and just sort of retreated inside myself to try to get away from the noises and the floor vibrating and the people and all. After practice, one of the women in the band asked me why I wasn't smiling, so I told her that things were just too much with all the noise and stuff. She assumed that I had a headache, but I told her no, it was just a bad day.

This morning, she was going around talking about how I had some horrible migraine last night. Sometimes it would be helpful if everybody understood AS. I told the band leader about the diagnosis, but he doesn't think that it should make that much difference and doesn't have any interest in doing any reading about it. But at least when he asked me this morning about what was going on last night, I could just tell him that it was sensory issues because of the AS and he was okay with it.

I had to go filming with my uni group but the place wasn't familiar to me. I can negotiate the London Underground (as long as it doesn't get too complicated and leave me feeling too cut off from home) but I dislike buses because I worry that I won't know which stop to get off at, or the procedure of sometimes having to buy a ticket before I get on (I forget about that because I'm used to either paying with money or using my Oyster card, not buying tickets from machines at bus stops).

Anyway, I was expecting them to meet me at the station but they weren't there and it turned out I had to get a bus. It took me one and a half hours to find the right bus stop, because I couldn't check the routes/timetables with lots of other people standing at the bus stop (if the timetables weren't easily accessible I'd have to move onto the next stop). I also kept wandering up and down not sure of what side of the road I needed to be on, etc.

In the end I took a toy (it's called a tangle) out of my bag and played with that as I walked around so as to keep myself somewhat distracted and to keep myself calm in this already stressful situation.

I did eventually find a route at a near empty bus stop and worked out which stop I needed to wait at, then when there had some confustion over the bus I was meant to get so didn't get on it, but worked out there were three or four other buses I could get.

I got the bus, on my own, something I never do. Hooray.

When I arrived at the filming location I barely said anything to anyone. I didn't even say hello.

I came home and when I got in was rude to my parents without meaning to be because it had been such a strain, then spent the evening feeling completely drained (well, what was left of the evening - I left my house at 4pm and didn't get back until 9pm - if it hadn't have been for my mp3 player I don't think I could have hacked it).

Although I was proud of myself for doing it (even if it took a ridiculously long amount of time) it hasn't made me any more likely to be able to handle that kind of situation again. In fact, I think that next time I'd be even more likely to shy away from it. The shame is that it was my official diagnosis that kept me going (I thought that as I now have an excuse, in some respects, to avoid things, I should try to do them anyway so that I don't have to use it as an excuse and so hinder myself as least often as possible). But now I've had that bad experience that was ultimately quite pointless (when I arrived I did the sound, but it just involved standing around with headphones and a boom mic and being in pain from the cold while everyone else seemed fine and messed around and did more interesting things) I'll probably think twice about allowing myself to be put through it again.


Oh yeah and earlier that day (this was Thursday) a punk guy had smiled at me as he walked past and I pulled a face. I'm not sure what kind of face it was and I would have liked to smile back just to be friendly and because I liked his trousers (they were yellow tartan and so matched his yellow spikey hair and he also had a nose ring and I like piercings and punk culture in general) but I can never seem to return a smile properly. My brain and my face don't cooperate.

I had a mini panic attack when I couldn't find one of my cats right away. I thought for a moment, then found him.

I went clubbing and didn't really want to look at the people's faces when I was daning with them, it made me feel weird.
I also just sat looking stupid before i got drunk.

Edit: replacing my "wrong topic" one with something that pertains to this.

Last week, during my therapy appt., I would not speak at all because my psychologist was talking to my son (to get an idea of what goes on in our household). He'd ask a question and if Zack didn't answer or I wasn't prompted (because he WASN'T talking to me at the time, I didn't feel it necessary to say anything at all and just stared at Zack) the question wouldn't get answered.

After he was done talking to Zack, he took him and Libby to a playroom. He asked Zack several times to clean toys up-it took him 5 times before Zack started finally doing it because he wanted to put a little man through the door in the yellow lego house he'd built. Once he finally did that, I was stressed out just from hearing the psych and Zack talk back and forth about it. Libby (the 2 year old) realized we were leaving and started screaming at the top of her lungs. I picked her up because she wouldn't leave, so she was now screaming at the top of her lungs... in my EAR. After Zack cleaned up all of the toys, the psych prompted me again and asked me 3 times "hey, did you see what Zack did? he cleaned the toys up!" I finally said "good job bub", but it was quite without a lot of encouragement. I was just staring at something across the room to try to tune out the screaming.

Once I got to the car, the screaming continued, then Zack started talking loudly, a car almost hit me-all the way home I had the radio turned up and was smacking my hand on something just to tune out all of the noise-or at least make noise that was in my control to drown out the noise I could do nothing about...

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I was walking home from the store the other day, and a stranger made what I thought was a pleasant conversational question to which I answered cheerfully with smiles. While walking away, my 12 yr old daughter was shaking her head and had to explain to me that he was really being a "smartypants"..

Over to a friend's place for movie and pizza. Took a break so the smokers among us could light up a ciggie. One friend with me in house. She said something funny and a bit exciting.

I was on my feet to stretch legs during intermission. I heard the thinf my friend said. A couple of seconds later I came back to self consciousness and found myself circling to starboard and with hands flapping.

No wonder people think I am strange!

10 minutes ago my roommate asked me "Do you have classes next semester?"

I said "Yes, but only in the morning."

Then she paused, looked confused, and said "Wait. I asked if you have night classes next semester, and you said 'yes, but only in the morning'?"

So then I said "Oh, I thought you asked if I had classes next semester."

Then she said "I am going to quote you on that."

Then I complained, "No. Don't do that."

But she is going to any way. Oh well I've said stupid things before and I probably will again.

My cousin's birthday party on Friday.
It's not very well known, or even official with any diagnosis, but one of my big aspie things is being touched without warning. I'm VERY jumpy.
My cuz... damnit, She kept sneaking up on me XD.

Well the whole night was filled with moments. Poor eyecontact(although I am getting better with it.) Not talking much. Hiding in plain sight. Had to get buzzed to ward off the anxiety. There were a few bizarre references. It's custom to just "smile and nod" whenever I say something really bizarre.
I dunno, regardless it was a fun night.

i never used to be able to look at peoples eyes, i found that the trick was to look between their eyes, kind of at the top of their nose. after a while of doing that i was able to look at peoples eyes

Okay, tonight, well I was trying to talk to this new person at work, and I didn't want to because I don't know what to say for small talk and I don't like it.

She was like, i'm trying to talk to you but you're backing away.

I felt embarassed.

Something basic: My mother wanted to see how my pupils dilate – for some reason or the other; she told me to ‘…close your eyes and look at me.’

You can see how this went….

lol

i have one like that. after starting at a new school we where all in a classroom and had been given our workbooks. the teacher instructed us to write your name and subject, which happened to be french, on the book, and there was a helpfull diagram on the blackboard showing where to write these things on our books. but the teacher had actually said write "Your Name" and "Subject" on your book", and thats what I wrote. i didnt do too well in french class

I watched Roger Bannister's epic first sub four-minute mile race at Iffley Road on my DVD of Four Minutes, plus a special "Barrier Breakers" show, another enhanced feature of that DVD. It was the 53rd anniversary of his race.