magic wrote:
This looks like an interesting topic, but one that I have trouble understanding. What are you talking about? How could too much analysis lead one into trouble? At the risk of appearing stupid or overanalyzing(?), can I ask you to provide some concrete examples? Thanks!
This question has pinpointed my problem exactly, Magic. I don't see the problem with asking a lot of questions- I tend to need clarification for everything that people say or do, but these questions sometimes annoy other people. It's not about me appearing stupid, it's about me irritating my parents, and them reacting strongly in a negative way. Torley's example is a good one.
anbuend wrote:
It is good that they recognize a barrier. That's actually a start because many times only one side or the other sees the barrier. Or the blame for the barrier's existence is often put on the person with the least common way of thinking. Maybe all of you could sit down and try to talk about the way you each think until you find some way of translating between the two.
Well, whether they conciously recognize a barrier or not, I am not sure, but they definitely blame it on me. Otherwise, why would they be accusing me of being "over-analyzing" when I am just attempting to think things out and understand them? I would very much like to talk to them about our different ways of thinking, but, as it is, I'm not sure I have AS, and I doubt that my parents will take me seriously if I suggest it to them. I have been trying to remember to see things their way, and if I annoy them with too many questions, I will compensate by doing things I know they will appreciate later on, to patch things up.
I also agree with what you've said about cognitive issues and blindness. That's a very interesting and astute comparison that you've drawn. I do not need routines or schedules, but I do get extremely upset when things are changed, particularly in my room, or when my parents plan things that will effect me without telling me about them. I cling at ideas in the same way that I cling to sameness, as a sort of safety mechanism, to be sure that there is something stable and understood to fall back on.