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You still see this shrink after that experience, Chuck?
I would have stormed out. He was mightily offensive.
I've gotten quite picky about psychiatrists/psychologists, which means I don't have one any more.
I've forged my own path to get what I need. My GP happily refills my psych meds because I tell him what to do
As long as you've got your sister, it sounds like you're doing well.
Seriously, though, I'd fire that as*hole psychiatrist, Vanderbilt or no Vanderbilt.

Thank you for your kind words nannarob! You're a sweety too! I'm glad that you've been inspired to write again! Published or not, I applaud your efforts! Go! Go! GO! Yay, nannarob!

I love children's books. And they are so important! You never know when your reader will be a kid like me, who in second grade needs an entire year to read his first 20 page book. Your book could be the only one that he ever reads! But if its a good one, like mine was, he may, in just 5 more years, be explaining college physics books to his teachers.

Bless you and your good works nannarob, I'm wishing you the best!

I haven't been back since January. But I intend to go back, try to befriend him, and subtly see if I can get him to recognize his own bias, so that he can move forward with a new understanding of who we are: different, but worthy of being treated decently.

I would love to talk to you more Aylissa, but I fear I have cluttered up this "Who are you" thread rather badly. Where do we meet?

Chuck, I write children's books for my day home children. It is good to hear that someone has those aspirations. It takes a special person to be able to connect with the mind of a child. They see through phonies easily. I too have an eidetic memory and high IQ but no one who meets me believes it. I am an airhead most of the time. On the other hand, I would lose my butterfly-ness if the ADD was gone. Wouldn't want that!!

Another sister! YAY!! ! Goodness, thought I had a small family! (I wouldn't want to lose my "butterfly-ness" either! Its a great way to disguise yourself. When you're walking into telephone poles, toilet paper trailing off your shoe, and talking and laughing to yourself, no one seems to want to bother you or believe anything you have to say. I wonder why that is? ).

What is your first name? Zanne

Age: 47

Location: FL

Current perseverations: Well there is always writing, that doesn't vary. Researching ways to assassinate a sociopath without a typical weapon (think something in your house or on your person). It's for my story. AS for my story. Nothing else right now. I just got off the Siberian oil fields, the monarchy movement in Russia and Chavez (well Chavez comes and goes because he amuses me).

When did you discover AS? Seven months ago. Does this mean when did I think I had it? Three months ago.

Do you have other psych diagnoses? No

Do you have a degree? M.A. in English

Kids? Not a chance.

Favorite music, other than NIN Beethoven

Job? Technical Writing although officially I am an AVP, Compliance Officer.

Relationship with significant other, past or present? There is only dh.

Plans for the future? To write. Same as it ever was.

Anything else you feel is pertinent: ???? I like my pets. I like eccentric intellectuals. I like my family (my mother's a bit out there, but it's her brain so I can relate). NTs don't get on my nerves, they're just trying to live their lives with what their brains tell them is happening in the world same as I do. If their behavior bothers me, I stay away from them. I don't know. I've figured out how to manuveur around most of it. If I haven't been able to, I don't do it. All I care about is my dh, my pets, my writing, my family, my friends and my job. As long as everything is fine with that, I'm fine.

Oh and no publishing. I don't whore my art. I'm not even real wild about showing it around. I write because I like it. Usually when I share it, it ruins that and I quit writing it. It's just my thing I guess. There it is.

when I was a young child, I had the idea that no one understood the lyrics of the songs but me.
I distinctly remember leaning into the ear of my mom or uncle or whomever wanted to humor me at the time and distinctly enunciating every syllable to them, sometimes explaining what the phrases meant in other terms. but still would sing or say, (either way) lyrics from every song I have ever heard, cowboy songs, Norman Luboff Choir, Sing along with Mitch! oh, gawd, I would sing every damn song and think they were doing SUCH a service by subtitling the lyrics with a BOUNCING BALL showing when to sing each word. . .I was in love and made my uncle buy me the LPs! and they came with song books! hours and hours of perseveration hovered over the big fan that made my voice quaver when I sang into it.

I still remember bursting out with an a cappella "I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch (and all I do is cry all day)" when they picked me to just pick out the willing lotto ticket at my dad's Union convention and I brought down the house. (I still have the yellowed tattered newspaper clipping of an awkward little girl with rosacea reaching into the big barrel to pick out the ticket surrounded by all these roly poly fat men in 1940's style broad lapeled suits beaming down on me adoringly. I got a spanking for being 'bold' when I got home!)

But I was the other side of your issue with not hearing the lyrics. . .I didn't think anyone else but me could hear them and most every song that I care to remember, I can whip out a song lyric before you can look it up on Google. It's really distracting when I hear music with out lyrics because I make up my own and can't do things like study to music because either the lyrics of the song, or the lyrics I make up are going through my head.

Aylissa and I already knew we were sisters, but I am glad I am not YOUR sister, Chuck. after all, Berkeley is my old stomping grounds and I live 585 miles away in southern Oregon.

Merle

Heh heh! Thanks, Merle. You ain't right!
I LUVs ya!
Chuck

oh, STOP! you are so bad!

Merle

I finally got a job dealing that utilizes my sewing, yarn, knitting, obsession!! YAY YAY YAY

I went to buy sock yarn on Wednesday and was asked if I want a part-time job in the yarn store! I can keep the other job and get away form my family on the weekends, and get paid. Not only can I talk about yarn all day, I can sell it, and sit amongst balls and balls of it . And, when there are no customers, I can sit and knit or crochet things for others. I even get to sell the designs I make at home there on commission. I still love herbs and such, but this is what I live to do! And, yes, I realize what a strange obsession it is. I've been doing it since I was 6 years old!

That is really great!Congratulations.You will probably get a emplyoyee discount and be able to be the first to pick up any "sale" items.I dont think it is an "odd" obsession at all......it's a combination of meditation and stimming.

I will be sure to tell my husband that!! He feels a little violated when my yarn stash starts to invade his dresser!!

Maybe the store has enough space in the back room to store some of your supplies(since you will be knitting at work?)I would wait until you get on the best terms(I am always invading peoples boundaries....I think any space I am in is mine,imagine that.),
before asking...but it could solve some space issues which I relate to all to well....(I am a hoarder extraordinar)

You need your own space and he should understand that being AS.

Yayyyyyy!! ! what great day! What smart people you are going to work for to find you !
and who WOULDN'T love people coming in and PAYING to be exposed to your knowledge and passion for what they love too?

I'd say you had a winner!

Merle

I had two nic names in the army, depended on where they were from on which they used. The sourthern lads called me Speedie,
the rest just called me Pack Rat.

The brass and the lifers had other terms for me, this is polite company, I'll refrain from those.