Rebel Aspie

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Rebel Aspie by Eric Crooks
Hi, I'm Sandra. I'm pretty much a tomboy. And if you must know, I have Asperger's Syndrome.
It's cool I guess. I'm into city life, rebel life, stuff like that. Though what sucks about it is that if I have trouble with something, my parents don't seem to get it. I don't want to seem weak to ya but I'm pretty lonely in my life. Got no friends to hang out with, nothing. I had people that I knew at school, no one that I would hang out with. The people that I knew where girls. The guys over at school are too stupid to hang out with. I know what guys always want from me and it's stupid. They are nothing more but animals. If you had food with you and a cute animal comes up to ya, they don't want to be your friend, they just want the food. That's how guys are like. Sometimes I feel that females are more brighter that guys are but I usually keep that opinion to myself, I don't want to lose all of my self-confidence ya know. Having Asperger's can be very hard. You always have mixed emotions about something. Your parents can tell you something and I always have to think about it a few times in order to understand everything and making sure I didn't miss any hidden points. Sometimes I do it too much and have a meltdown. It freaks my parents out, plus I feel that I offend them all the time. Before I would get worried about it, but now a days I just wait until something happens before I get upset. I thought my life was coming to an end, I thought that I'll never enter the rebel free world that I always dream about until I meet one at school. His name was Don, nice fella. We talked and stuff. He seemed to know his stuff. And I think that he know that I did too. Yesterday he asked me to go to the prom with him. I told him that I'd call him back on that. I always thought that proms where stupid. What kind of fun is proms anyway? To me it's like daycare. You got a bunch of idiots dancing around with teachers watching your every move. But then again, I never gone to one before. I don't really know how to dance and sometimes I would have fears of kids laughing at me. I feel that people laughed at me all my life. I guess that there wasn't allot of tomboys that went to the schools that I've gone to. People would make stupid jokes like in the future, I'm going to become a guy and stuff like that. I knew people who wanted to do stuff like that and I would usually respect their opinion and not say anything. Anyway Don seemed to understand me allot. He seemed like a free person. I really needed that in my life. I felt safe with him, so I called him and said that I'd go. I wanted to keep this away from my parents nosy ears so they don't get some stupid dress for me to ware and stuff. But like possible independent more that I make....backfires. My parents found out and they thought that it was SO CUTE that I'm in love with this guy. They wanted to meet him and CRAP. Why does this always happen to me? HUH? So on the day of the prom when I got home and I open the door, all I could see was this ugly bright pink color in my face. Then suddenly I heard my mother say "Now put this on." I look up and see this horrible Tinker-Bell like dress. "Okay." I said in a embarrassing high pitched voice. That's one of my problems, I don't know how to stand up for myself. So I go into the restroom and quickly put in on, it fits, and as I was taking it off, I hear "And when your done, I want you to come out and show us". OH FOR CRAP SAKES!! !! !! !! ! Why in the heck do they want to see me in this stupid thing anyway? Oh well. So I go out to show me in the stupid thing, then suddenly, I see bright flashes in my eyes. "SMILE!" I hear my father say. Oh darn it, they're taking pictures of me. Non-stop camera flashes blast into my eye sight. Then suddenly I feel someone grab me by the arm and pulling me to them. I look up and I see Don. I smile but then I think "DON? What are you doing here?". Then I look at my dress and I frown in embarrassment. "We just meet your friend Don. He is such a sweet boy". Great, just great. My private life is pretty much exposed. This may be off subject but I hate how NTs say that they have private lives or I can't talk about it, it's private and CRAP!! !! NTs have rights that we As pies don't. We rarely have anything private or sacred, we have a hard time being assertive and we have a hard time being assertive. Anyway, Don was taking me to the prom right. It seemed pitch black outside and I could see much. THANK YOU NT PARENTS FOR TAKING PICTURES WITH THAT DARN STROBE IN MY FREAKIN' EYES! "Here, put this on" I hear Don say. Oh no, not you too? It better not be some stupid princess hat! And it wasn't, it was a helmet. As my eyesight was quickly recovering, I saw a motorcycle. "Hop on" Don said. I quickly check the glowing feature on my digital watch and said "But we still got a half an hour?" "I know" he said. "I want to bring you somewhere for a second." "Okay." I said, so I hopped on. "Make sure to hold on to me so you don't slip off and kill yourself.". I felt kind of strange touching a guy. Especially a sexy guy like him. But this was a matter of life and death so I hug on and I was on the ride of my life. As the tears flew from my eyes I have never been so happy in all my life. This was the fantasy of my life. I was already thinking of my future. We stopped at a dark park, and Don told me to follow him. As I was following him, I had a haunting fear. What if he wasn't the man that I thought he was. What if he was like the animal like guys at High School? He sits down on some hill and he told me to sit with him. "What are you going to do to me?" I asked. "Nothing. I don't want to hurt you. Your cool." he said. He sounded too true to be a fake. So I toke my chances and I sat down next to him. He had a mini electronic lantern with him so we can see each other. For the first time I ever seen him do this, he took of his classes and what wonderful eyes it was. Please forgive me for being mushy, I just can't help myself. "I'm sorry how your parents were too you." he said "It must be frustrating for you." "Yeah, but you probably don't know the other half of the story." I said. "Oh I do." he said. "Oh let me guess, my parents probably said something embarrassing about me to you, right." I said "Don't worry Sandra, I don't think your foolish in anyway. I totally understand." he says. "You do?" I ask. "Yes, I also have Asperger's Syndrome." And that moment, the world in which I lived in had frozen in time. Did I hear him right. "Did you just say that you have Asperger's Syndrome like I do?" "Totally, I'm an Aspie just like you. Isn't that cool? We can totally understand each other." I couldn't believe it. I felt shocked but in a good way. Has the Lord finally respond to all of my nightly prayers as I previously cried in loneliness? Has my fantasies finally come true? So anyway we went to the prom and it wasn't that bad. In fact, it was pretty cool. As he brought me back home we both said by to each other and said we will see each other in school. I felt like I never had before. Though I felt bad that he had to leave though. I know, it's kind of a silly feeling but I wished that I was around him more. Then suddenly my room phone rang, I picked it up and said "Hello?"
it was Don and he was thanking me for the good time and asked if we wanted to get together this weekend. Of course I had to say yes.
The End
_Eric Crooks 10-20-07

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Thank You and have a nice day,

_Eric

That's very well put together. I've enjoyed reading it, very much.

Thank You

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Thank You and have a nice day,

_Eric

Dear Eric,

For a while, I thought it was a real story. But toward the end it got a little bit too "romantic" for it's own good. Would "Don" really be such a smooth jewel if he was an Aspie? I think it would be more interesting if this was a novella and Sandra was trying to cope with the disorder with the outside world ignorant of her condition, as she tries to make her way along the best she can. I really would not expect an ending so smooth and "16 candles" like. Life is seldom like a John Hughes movie. When I was going through high school, perhaps my biggest source of disilluisonment was the fact that life was not like a John Hughes movie, that life was full of darkness and pain. Even J.D. Salinger explored that in "The Catcher in the Rye". What I think you have there is the "DEMO" of a story, which of course can be expanded. But you'd have to develop your own style. I wrote a brief short story that made fun of all those "mental hygiene" film shorts from the 1950's. The link is here:

http://www.dearwinona.com/mental_hygiene.html

Hope you get a kick out of it.

-- "Lawless"