Do Not Disturb
Have you ever wanted to politely tell that to the world? Do Not Disturb---Please. I am not afraid of people, but sometimes I just don't want to talk. I mean, it can be very awkward to the point where I am nearly searching and searching and searching for something to say to this person that I am finding it so awkward to communicate to. And I didn't ask for the conversation---they did. Why did they do this?
Do you understand where I am coming from?
After a long day of teaching the gifted, I go to the pick-up area to get my youngest son. And many times as I am standing there waiting for him, these certain three people (luckily not always at the same time) will wander up to me and begin some chit chat conversation. How do I politely say, "Please do not disturb---this is causing me stress"?
Why is it that when I played my dulcimers at church last weekend that before the concert I went to the basement to use the bathroom, and this man bangs hard on my arm, "How ya doin?" I felt like saying, "Fine before you assaulted me." Then, as my touch sensitivity was overstressed, I hurried up the stairs and banged my head on the low ceiling. Then after the concert they have snacks for us who performed at the concert. I found me a nice private place to set. And after getting my seat, someone has to feel like I am lonely (I AM NOT LONELY) and they set down and start this talking. GEE!! !
Sometimes I just want a sign that says, "Do Not Disturb."
I am a positive person and I am proud to have Asperger's. I gladly accept it with all of its challenges. But sometimes I just need my space. And I get annoyed by people feeling like they have to entertain me when I am alone---such as thinking I need someone to talk to. I am not afraid of people, but I just need my personal space. I am thankful for the WrongPlanet, for here I can communicate to people who are like me with Asperger's, but yet do it from the privacy of my personal computer.
As a child, I used to walk deep in the family forest to this one particular cave on the property. And I would sit back in that cave and listen to the water trickle deep within its void as I peered out through the sunlit entrance by the steep ravine. I was alone. And I found this a most valuable luxury---this time alone in the solitude of a cave.
As a child, I used to set up one of my many tents in the backyard on warm sunny days. And I would zip up the entrance and lay down on a warm sleeping bag and focus on the cozy glow of the daylight filtering through the colorful nylon roof. I was alone. And I found this a most valuable luxury---this time alone in the solitude of a tent.
As a child, I used to climb to the top of my tree house on innocent summer days. And I would peer out over the neighborhood beyond as the sun caressed my shoulders. There I would dream of a magical amusement park that I had invented. I was alone. And I found this a most valuable luxury---this time alone in the solitude of a tree house.
As an adult, I long for those childhood days when I was innocently allowed precious times of solitude. Oh, I still have those times, but there is just something incredibly magical about the childhood days of solitude of my yesteryears. Sometimes I just want to say, "Please do not disturb...please."
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"My journey has just begun."
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