Fnord wrote:
I want to build a sandbox in the back yard, buy all the Tonka toys I can find, and die happy!
....if only I could play! I adore this quote - you lucky person!
I have a 'blocked state' unable to let go and be free or 'play' in any sense. Its not a NT 'grown up' sensation, its unsettled, jagged part routines phasing in and out, deep melancholy and the pointlessness of it all - all phasing in and out many times a day. I'm fifty one and this is seriously affecting my self-employed activities a skilled manufacturer, yet when i go gardening a day a week for money in my pocket, the chance to weed with a handfork or arrange plants or edge lawns is a fabulous 'no-brainer'. Is this burn-out or have I merely lost interest in something started thirty years ago?
The nearest I come to play is my five year interest in learning a foreign language, gardening in my own place, and being out in the wideopen landscape. Yet so often in between I go through continual hand wringing and perpetual anxiety at just managing to survive. Like I'm continually crowded in by it.
Re seeming young, a customer returning after ten years that I meet face to face (not maliciously) said that I seem to be just entering puberty - I think this refered to my childlike enthusiasm for knowledge and information and insights. As a kid no-one provided any of this so it was up to this isolated aspi kid to provide his own. The usual advanced pursuits (electronics, home engineering workshop, lots of other stuff) from an early age - tho a slow reader - has meant I always build my own universe, so I suppose that is a form of 'playing'. I use the term isolated, never lonely, how could I be, never knew ongoing friendship and certainly never felt as if being 'included'.
I need help and advice re 'blocked state' and the unproductiveness of my days. pills? mentoring would be better. I did have a mentor via the web though Sis goes quiet on me and that takes some handling. I can get confused, disorientated, angry, have in the past had time off though couldn't decide where to go, ie driving up and down a two mile stretch between roundabouts and pull-ins unable to let go of the guilt and indecision. no wonder I crave alchohol - anything to deaden this mind.
......just had a thought.....ten or more years ago when up in some remote beautiful hills that i visited a few times a year I had a sudden desire to bring a model construction kit with me next time, the sort of Airfix kit of plastic parts that was glued together. I can feel the sensation now. In fact I am quite tearful. Its so odd for me to have had that thought, yet i felt that for maybe the first time in decades here was a place and time where I could extract pleasure from such an activity. I seemed to be modelmaking mad forty years ago as a kid, making my own things from metal and wood, seldom much money for commercially bought stuff. I think a lot of aspiness is an overwhelming sensation that I'm being watched, observed, judged. Perhaps thats why working with horses by themselves can be so carefre an activity and I think would for a little time each day get them out of the torture of existing.