The Dino-Aspie Cafe (for Those 40+... or feeling creaky)

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I just got up off the floor. Read on, an realised my mistake. I thought:

Lau,
Of course you just got up off the floor, we all gasped in horror at your very public fall. Please note that the implement of the gophers trauma was never discussed. I was thinking a golfing stick (9 iron) was fitting. A can of Spam would work just fine. The forcasted problem would be the dent in such tin, there by making it frustrating to open, after said gophers trauma. I would there for conclude, implement of destruction be left to the indivdual. I also had not considered the distance for the bopping. While a nine iron would require closeness, a can of Spam could be used from a distance. Again I leave this up for consideration. After all is not the purpose of a game the pursuit, rather then the reward?

Attentively yours,
postpaleo

My dear Sinsbodly,
I read with held breath your astute observations of life near a spam factory. I have not eatin white paste nor dog food in many years. However I do recall the pleasure. Barrels and I have had conflicts in the past. I was a proud member of the Death to Barrels, for Barrles are Evul Guild, the constant conflict with the Barrels are Good, Barrel Haters are Evul Guild was a source of deep emotional trauma for me. I must pass on the scraping of the Barrel, I just cannot fathom any thing proper could come of it, unless I was a termite. Potted Meat hold many secret ingreadents, but spices, fat and preservitives are well known. It is very worthy of consideration. It very well be that the members of Monty Python could be a help in this matter. Unfortunatly I need a translater to understand them. So I find myself in dire straits in this matter and there for must pass the buck.

Thank you for your insight on this matter.

postpaleo

Pops head in door ...

... can't see anyone about ...

... mooches around at bit ...

... makes himself a cup of coffee ...

... sits and drinks it ...

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... thinks it might be an early night, tonight ...


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Pops in, too. Feeling a little restless. Coffee probably not a good idea.

Thinks, what a nice cafe.

Takes herself off to bed before she gets overly tired and then upset.

Time to rest.

Goodnight, Moon.

DD

Well, I like this cafe

I am 48 and took five online tests and they are all very clearly in the aspie range. It does explain a lot but I wish I had found out years ago before I kept trying to fit in and failing - it has left me with no social confidence.

So relieved to have found this board.

I only know one other aspie, in fact, it was talking to him that got me reading about it and taking the tests.

Think I would like a nice hot coffee now.

Well, I'm new here too. Self-diagnosed. Two days short of 57.
Had a lot of problems growing up, had some psychotherapy when I was 20 or so, but nobody had even heard of AS back then; it was suggested that I might be schizophrenic, but I escaped further psychiatric intervention. Had a family pretty successfully, now I'm a grandmother.
Started reading about AS three or four years ago, gradually realised "I'm like that!"

So - I'm coming out. Please treat me gently.....

Ah, damn, somebody else gets to play their age card before I do, you have me beat by 6 months. Yeah know what you mean, the first time they took notice I think I was 21, couple of Army shrinks. They were thinking I might of had epilepsy. The thing was back then I think there was more of a bias then now. I was old enough (I thought) to know, if they gave me the label, getting hired to work would become a serious problem. Isn't being a grandparent great? It's like a second chance at doing it better then the first time and you get to send them home

Anyway.....Howdy-do!!

Ah! More customers. I though the cafe had closed. Welcome.

You'll have to fight it out for the piece of cake at the bottom of page 6. I guess it's properly speaking Kaleido's, GrumpyOldAspie, as she beat you through the door by 40 minutes. Or you could share it....

I've forgotten. All this talk of age.... I get confused (my mind wanders)... I thought was 59 last week, but I'm not, until December.

Any coffee going?

(and my mind doesn't wander at all. It's the world that wanders)

I can't believe this thread has been going on this whole time and I didn't find it till now.

Lissa here, age 43, coming and going from WP depending on what the mood feels like here. Right now it seems there isn't much divisiveness going on, so I'm here for now. Also quitting smoking at the moment (day 4!) and am holing up in the bedroom so as to avoid all possible stressors (i.e. the outside world) and WP is the place at which I'm hanging for now (along with quitnet.com).

I first found out about AS while surfing the net 2 years ago. It was an epiphany, a true "AHA!" moment. Got the official diagnosis a year ago. I "pass" well enough for NT that people look at me as if I'm nuts when I tell them about my dx. Oh well. I can't expect an NT to have any understanding of what it's like to have my brain, any more than I can expect to understand what it's like to have theirs.

I wish I'd known about AS a long time ago. I've been a nurse for 10 years, and I still can't figure out why it took so long for me to learn about AS. It's like I had my head up my a$$ or something. I have many reasons for wishing I'd known long ago. For one thing, I would definitely have chosen a different career (imagine making nice to strangers every morning at 7am when there are alarms and overhead pages and nuts around all day long - I actually managed to work for 3 years as an ER nurse), and I would have thought much longer before having children (I have two teenage NT daughters). Also, my mother who's as autistic as they come, and is in complete denial about my AS, might have been diagnosed and then she might have actually gotten help to parent me, as it was I was not parented AT ALL.

Bitter about life? You bet. Feeling hopeless? Pretty much. I have many tales to tell, many are grim, and I've found the fewer tales I tell the more people accept me. So I try not to talk about it too much. But this seems like a safe cafe...hopefully you guys won't ostracize me for my bitterness.

Coffee anyone? I'm going to go make a pot of Cafe du Monde coffee with chicory, anybody want to join me?

And there I was... just about thinking of another early night. I'll join you for coffee. If you're quick, you can grab the last piece of cake. No one's taken it yet, and probably not too stale yet.

Thanks, I needed to eat
I get the dinosaur, but what was up with the Spam? Where I live, spam is a highly-coveted commodity. There's a place in town that advertises 'Spam Sushi'. I'll go see if can round up a picture... (I'm obsessed with google images!)

And size-wise, they're as big as your fist. It's like sushi on steroids

I'll try some too, have some Kona still on, care to try some of mine?

The thing I like about this place is the different ways that others that are somewhat older have done. I mean my last job was in a fast service store, I dealt with people in lines. I shook hard everyday before I would go to work. Why did I do that, I mean what the heck was wrong with me to even think of such a thing? As I look back over my very wild work history, I did it all the time. I know how I did it, but could only do it for about a year, year and a half if I was lucky. Then I had to go into almost complete isolation to recover. There are some exceptions to it, if I was on an obsession and the people fit closer to the way I'm wired. I lasted longer at that endevor.

Hope no-one minds someone as young as me joining in the fun. If I'm not welcome, feel free to show the door.

I'm 18. I've often been told by people that I come across as far, far older than I am. People can never quite believe my true age when I tell them. So I'll probably fit in quite well here.

Just got in quick enough there, for my spam sushi.

You got the cake, aylissa.

Lol. I was just messin around. It's one of the ways I cope. Humor. Might be bad, but I crack myself up some times. Actually there is a "tainted" history to Spam in America. In the old days, before I actually was old enough to work, spam or it's like was given along with cheese and rice to people rather then food stamps. It also lends itself to the "mystery meat" thing very well. The image you put looks pretty good to me, I'd eat it in a heart beat