Posts Tagged ‘neurotypical’

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Thursday, January 28th, 2010

Verizon Guy

Have you ever been on a cell phone when it starts cutting out every other  syllable of your conversation, or when static interrupts each attempt at meaningful communication? Times when you find yourself sounding like the Verizon guy, shouting into that small piece of worthless plastic, “Can you hear me now?” only to experience the frustration of utter silence, or a response such as “I can’t understand you?” Then you know what it’s like for those who have to communicate daily with some of us who suffer with Asperger Syndrome. I say suffer, but more times than not, the AS-er is blissfully unaware of the carnage they produce, and it is the unsuspecting Neurotypical who suffers most from the ordeal.

Disconnect

As is the case of the cell phone illustration, the Neurotypical may not be immediately aware that something has gone awry in an exchange with their AS counterpart, for one generally never knows they’ve stepped into a “dead zone” until it’s too late. They just keep on talking, until lengthy silence informs them that something has gone terribly wrong. Or perhaps the person on the other end has simply lost connection.

Angry Mob

For those with Asperger Syndrome, it’s an auditory thing. Another of those glitches I keep talking about that are so common with AS-ers. Something that happens between the ear and the brain. I can’t explain it, it’s just an auditory dead-zone. It actually happens frequently, but without much fanfare from the perpetrating party (AS-er), as they are usually unaware that they have completely missed the point or dropped out of the conversation altogether. That is, until they find themselves fleeing an angry mob carrying pitchforks and torches.

Japanese Monster Movie

Now, you might think that those of us with AS would be more self-aware than that, but after years of living with nothing clearer than garbled communication from the dark side of the moon, it is the way of language. We hardly notice it at all when it happens. It doesn’t phase us that at times mouths are moving, but nothing of memorable or recognizable import  is entering our ear. We just take it all in stride. Like the unsynchronized voices in those old Japanese movies. But how does that work, you ask? Well, I’m glad you brought up the question, or I might not have anything further to say on the subject.

Baby

If you have ever had a front row seat when a child begins the process of learning language, then you may well be able to relate to what those of us with Asperger Syndrome are experiencing throughout or lives, on one level or another. Although the child hears a lot of gobbledy-gook coming out of those around them, they begin to recognize certain sounds as constant. Especially when the doting adult repeats a sound over and over again, while pointing to the object in question. Soon, the child is putting together that “eye” is that thing that hurts like hell when you poke it with that other thing called a “finger.” The vocabulary of the child at this point consists of these, and a few other simple words. They haven’t yet begun to register sentences like “Don’t stick your finger in your eye.” The idea in principle may have struck them already as proverbial wisdom, but when they hear Mom or Dad articulate such a phrase, all they’re really getting is “eye” and “finger”. For the child, those other sounds make no sense. They can hear every syllable of every word spoken, but for now, most of it is just so much room noise.

Hermes

Because those of us with Asperger Syndrome are wired differently, we are sometimes  limited in our ability to register a word or sentence when it is presented. Like in the case of the child, peripheral or key words may fly past us with the swiftness of Hermes. It is not that we don’t know the word, or it’s meaning, it is merely that our receptacles did not register it properly, or at all. Perhaps our mind was flying in one direction when the word came from another, or we had pre-concluded the portent of the sentence in relationship to something we envisioned in our head, only to find that we are way off base when the smoke finally clears. Unless we have become painfully aware of this tendency, we may have no idea that something important  has been lost in the translation, until we are totally frustrated over Who is on First, What is on Second, and I Don’t Know is on Third.

Train  Wreck

Let it be said loud and clear, that those with Asperger Syndrome are not stupid. Well, not necessarily. AS does not preclude any mental deficiency whatsoever. However, it does mean that there most likely exists varied levels of difficulty in understanding and communication, which more often than not translate into epitaphs such as “Difficult”, “Stubborn.” and “Narrow-Minded.” I have struggled my whole life to run away from those tags, sometimes successfully. It takes a whole lot of introspection (something AS-ers are not famous for), and some hard work (something AS-ers are famous for), but it is possible to decrease the level to which misunderstandings and misconceptions may escalate. To suspect that at any given time, you might not be following in the same direction on the same rail, on any given subject, may help avoid many a train wreck.

Abbott And Costello

If you have never been in a colossal misunderstanding, then you may not appreciate the humor in the following clip. But if you, like me, have found yourself so completely bamboozled by miscommunication, then this is definitely going to hit your funny bone. I have seen this comedy sketch over and over again, but it never fails to make me laugh, and I suspect that a whole new generation that has no idea what I’m talking about, could use a good laugh as well. So, for all of you old-timers out there, and for you young’ns as well, here is “Who’s on First” by Abbott and Costello:

Justification

Friday, January 15th, 2010

Megaphone

This blog seldom ventures into the realms of religion, but the concept of spirit is very difficult to avoid when dealing with the foibles of the human race. I am not here to evangelize, but when I find a restaurant I like, I tell all my friends. Why wouldn’t I do the same after discovering something that continues to revolutionize my life for the better every day?

Justice Peeking

A very wise book says that all people of all races and all circumstances are in need of redemption. That’s a four dollar word that means, in part, that everyone needs a way to become a better person. There are those who strive their whole lives to do just that: become something better. It’s a common quest in human-kind. A craving for justification. That’s a four and-a-half dollar word that means (again, in part) that we all want to be right. If you ask anybody, the guy at the grocery store check-out stand; the gal who just wrote you a parking ticket; the professor at the University; or the scraggly man sitting on a park-bench with a fifth of whiskey in his hand, they will all admit they long to be right, no matter how successful or unsuccessful their efforts may have been.

Death Row

And who wants to be wrong? Even the guy on death row thinks he has a perfectly good excuse for what he’s done. Or perhaps he will insist that it was someone else’s fault. Some protest with their dying breath that they did not do the crime, even when there is no doubt of their guilt. Either that, or they confess that they were wrong, and beg for all they’re worth to be forgiven.

Crusader

Everyone has a desire to be right, and no one is more prone to this need than those with Asperger Syndrome. They have found themselves competing in a world that seems to think differently than they do. They don’t process things the same as others. Often, they don’t fit in well with groups. Constantly being misunderstood, they misunderstand all kinds of words and signals on a regular basis, which only serves to increase their bewilderment and sense of alienation. They find themselves in need of protecting their turf, even to the very defense of their sanity. If they were not raised in a sympathetic and tolerant environment, they are doubly entrenched: unwilling to admit, and perhaps unable to recognize that at times their perceptions may be “wrong.” After all, it makes perfect sense to them. What’s the matter with everyone else? Don’t they get it? Those with AS often become convinced, no matter how overwhelming the evidence to the contrary, that it is others who are messed up. If, on this premise they become adamant, they will stand against the world if necessary. AS-ers make great crusaders.

King Kong

Those with Asperger Syndrome are doctrinaire in nature. When they find something that is “true” for them, they will stick with it like a Trappist Monk. But unlike the Trappist, they find it difficult, if not impossible to keep their mouth shut for even a second, let alone for years at a time. They are as in need of constant justification for their thoughts and actions, as they are for the air that they breathe. In fact, if challenged, they may even go into anaphylactic shock (just kidding). But I can tell you from much experience, it can cause a bit of hyperventilating at times. And a lot of tension for those in close and constant contact. A prevailing question in the minds of those Neurotypical (NT) people who are around AS-ers for long, is: “Who died and made you the king of the world?”

Falling

I believe that it is an essential thing for anyone, anywhere, at any time to recognize that they may be wrong on any subject. I did not come to this conclusion easily. In fact I came to it kicking and screaming. As a loyal AS-er, I know that it is impossible for me to be wrong about anything… at least that is the way I am prone to think. But over the years (and I must say, from early on in my life) I was exposed to a belief system which insisted that man is essentially depraved, and that he is in need of a Savior. A particular verse from that book I mentioned earlier says, “Let every man be a liar, but God is True.” Actually, it says “Let God be true, but every man a liar.” And it goes on to say “That you might be justified in your sayings, and might overcome when you are judged.” In other words, there is a Higher Authority. And that Authority supersedes even me, my thoughts; my perceptions. I have arrived at the conclusion that to that Authority, I am subservient. I am not All-Knowing. I must recognize that I am at least one rung down the ladder from perfect, and that my thoughts are not Authority. This means that I must discipline my mind to allow myself and others to question my thoughts and actions, without slashing about wildly with my sword.

Gift

And this brings me to what I think is the truth about justification: I believe that we are not justified (made right) by what we do or say or think, but it is a gift from our Creator. One we have to accept by faith. No matter where one is born, no state or religious affiliation makes one justified. It is not a birthright. It has to be accepted as a gift.  Asperger Syndrome isn’t the only thing wrong with the world. There is plenty wrong to go around for everyone. Stuff that renders us less than perfect. It doesn’t matter your color or race; your station in life; whether you’re a paraplegic, or a Michael Phelps, an Einstein, or the village idiot; born in America, or Bangladesh: you still need a Savior. If you disagree with this, then good luck, but as for me, I have relinquished my claim to the throne.

Woman Writing

Asperger Syndrome can be both comical and devastating at the same time. When I jest, it is to brighten up a dark corner. And when I wax serious, it is because AS is something that should not be taken lightly. For all who are dealing with this particular malady from either side of the fence, welcome. I hope that you are heartened, amused, or enlightened by something each week. And I hope that you will become part of the dialog as well. Please feel free to interject your thoughts on the Response page by hitting the word “Comment(s)” in blue at the bottom of this blog entry, as well as any previous entry on which you wish to opine. Your thoughts are valuable to me, and I’m sure that others may benefit from your questions as well as your insights.

Serious As A Heart Attack

Thursday, October 8th, 2009

The Big One

Asperger Syndrome is serious business. In the short time that I have been aware of its existence and the effect that it has had upon my life (not near as profound as some), I have developed the strategy of making light of it at every turn. But in reality, AS is quite devastating in nature. Humor is a defense mechanism. Like the fat guy who becomes the class clown to mask the hurt of exclusion and ridicule, humor is often employed as a root to popularity. It is the way to acceptance for those who have been barred from it heretofore, due to a quirky personality, physical abnormality, etc.

Funny Funeral

In any circumstance of life where there is a measure of tragedy involved, it is a good thing to be able to laugh at it rather than to sink into utter and complete depression. One of my sisters told me that she has always been the type to laugh at funerals. This would seem inappropriate, and at moments it is, but there does come a time when laughter is like a healing balm.

Clown Doctor

They have found through much study that if you can get a recovering patient in the hospital to laugh, their recovery time and the likelihood of full recovery is greatly increased. Hospitals have even resorted to showing patients slap-stick comedy films in an effort to stimulate the healing properties of the funny-bone. Never mind that all their modern research was discovered thousands of years ago and recommended as medicine in this rather non-cryptic prescription: Proverbs 17:22

Church Lady

People always say that they almost died laughing, but actually, it may be the very thing that saved their life. In fact, I wonder if anyone ever did die from laughing? Can you imagine someone suggesting that what we need in the world are less sounds of laughter? Less joy and exuberance? Not unless you’re some stuffed-shirted old church lady.

Happy House

Humor has always been a big part of my life. It has gotten me in as much trouble as it has gotten me out of, but if one can’t laugh all the way to the bank, they may as well laugh all the way to the poor house, don’t you think?

Hiding

The discovery that I have lived my life with Asperger Syndrome did not automatically bring a smile to my face. As I have striven my whole life to change those objectionable things in myself, it was a severe blow to realize that there were some things I could never change. Improve on perhaps. Guard more carefully, yes. But ever be rid of, no. Then there are things I realize now that I have never possessed. Things internally wired into most humans. Things that others take for granted. Things I never knew I lacked (aside from a nagging awareness that there was something different about me). Things I can never hope to get.

Job

Now, upon such a devastating self-revelation as this, one can either sit down on a dung-hill in sack-cloth and ashes, scraping their skin with cockle shells, and singing “Nobody Knows The Trouble I’ve Seen,” or they can laugh.

Laughing Horse

I chose the latter. Laughter.

 Electric Man

Now I must point out that I am very much a person with one foot into Asperger Syndrome and the other into the kiddie wading pool. This puts me in a high-functioning category better known to the world as mildly eccentric. There are thousands of people with Asperger Syndrome who are so high on the Autistic spectrum that they are shooting light from every pore. Compared to them, I can barely muster a slight electrical charge from forefinger to doorknob on an extremely dry day.

Microscope

But this dualism of sorts gives me a very clear perspective on the subject of AS. I am self-aware enough that I can identify my deficiencies in comparison to the Neurotypical throng around me. I have worked through most of my narcissism, affording me the insight to recognize that I am not the normal one in a sea of abnormality. This is not often the case with those extremely afflicted with Asperger Syndrome.

Paranoia

They are totally unaware that they are the odd one out. They think the world is crazy, and this is quite annoying to them. They feel accosted at every turn. With the ferocity of something akin to paranoia, they find themselves dodging bullets all day long, every day. This causes them to isolate themselves from others, and withdraw into a world that they alone can understand. A place where it is quiet and safe, and free from what seems to them as total chaos. When they venture out, they must be prepared to battle. Wow, I’m getting depressed just thinking about it.

Shrek1

So if you know someone with Asperger Syndrome, or if you yourself are an AS-er, then I encourage you to find humor in it whenever you can. My wife and I do, and it has served greatly to break the tension of misunderstanding and those otherwise annoying moments that accompany a relationship where AS is present.

Uncle Remus

In the Uncle Remus stories, Br’er Rabbit had what he called his “laughing place.” Uncle Remus has fallen into the PC black hole recently (no pun intended), but personally I love to see cartoon characters telling a funny story whether they’re portrayed as northern aristocrats with Boston accents or poor southerners with thick drawls from the post-Antebellum era. So here for your enjoyment is a clip from “Song of the South’ called “The Laughing Place.” And here’s hoping you have a speedy recovery from whatever ails you.

All I Need Is The Air That I Breathe… And To Be Right

Thursday, September 17th, 2009

Columbus

For those with Asperger Syndrome, gaining a certain, uncluttered knowledge on any given topic is like Columbus discovering America in a paddle-boat: Exhausting, and deserving of a whopping big Fourth-of-July-type fireworks celebration. It is a hard-won, monumental moment. But like the natives who watched Columbus land on the shores of their continent, NTs (Neurotypicals) usually aren’t impressed. They are totally unaware of the difficulty the AS-er had in getting there. After all, the natives were born there, and can’t imagine why the AS-er has arrived so late. What’s the big whoop?

Maze

During the formative years, As-ers are confronted with very few things that clarify themselves simply. Because the mind of the As-er is wired differently, a thought or directive which might be easily understood and accepted as paradigm for the NT, may present the AS-er with an overwhelming myriad of options through which they must wander in search of an unambiguous meaning (much like this sentence). It can be quite a harrowing experience as the AS-er emerges out of the maze and into the dawn of understanding. The sad part is, that after all that work over just one concept, the conclusion reached may very well be wrong.

Paddle Boat

Consequently, AS-ers tend to be stubborn when their perceptions are challenged. If they have lived very long, they have battled hard to come to solid conclusions, and are not quick to let them go, or modify them without a fight. This can make the AS-er seem argumentative and close-minded. But they are not beyond reasoning. They are fully capable of coming to new and better conclusions, given time. One simply has to allow them the opportunity to weigh new options (which, believe me, they will), and allow their tired legs to begin the process of paddling once again toward a newer and more promising shore.

Mad Dog

Uncertainty has plagued every thought that ever crossed the AS-ers mind. Every option in the book has challenged them to doubt themselves and others concerning the meaning of things. They have misunderstood so much, so often, that they are at once gun-shy and defensive. They may tend to lash out when questioned, often feeling personally threatened by opposition to their perceptions. It is much like paranoia. The reaction is knee-jerk; like a dog who has been kicked so many times, that when someone lifts a foot to adjust a sock or tie a shoe lace, the AS-er sees it as aggression. This reactionary behavior can be very confusing and aggravating, even shocking, to the NT.

Knights In Battle

For many years (and I’m talking into my 30’s) I could not be in the same room with my older brother without it ending in an emotionally draining argument over something. It was so bad that there were times I was sure I never wanted to be in the same room with him again. And I imagine the feeling was mutual. One Thanksgiving visit turned out so badly that I vowed never to spend another holiday with him. That vow was thankfully revoked. By Christmas I had resolved to keep my opinions to myself, and not challenge his every bold statement. Only then, by listening without jumping on every word, did I discover that he was quite intelligent. I could learn more from him and others by asking questions, rather than by challenging every contrary thought. I guess Socrates had it right after all. Who knew?

Hot Air Balloon

My wife is often amused these days (more often than aggravated) that I will make a statement as if it is fact, when she has the inkling that, despite my authoritative tone, I’m not confident about the validity of what I’m saying. She will ask, “Are you sure that’s true, or did you just make it up?” This moment of non-aggressive reflection often causes me to laugh. Especially when, though my presentation has been rock solid, I know I’m not completely certain about my information.

Snowsuit

In my marriage, the opportunity for us both to find humor in my “idiosyncrasies” has created for me a wonderfully soothing atmosphere. My home is safer because of it. I am safer because of it. My ego is kept to a rational level (which I desperately want), and our relationship is strengthened. I feel accepted, loved, understood, and exposed, for the bombastic faker that I am.

Dog

By the way, for the last 20+ years, my brother and I have been able to have long and involved conversations where we may disagree, without the knee-jerk emotional reactions that plagued us for so many years. I have often said that it was not my brother who changed, but I. My approach to oppositional thought, or just plain old conversation, has made all the difference. I still tend to express opposing ideas, but not so much with a dagger in my hand these days. So you can teach old dogs new tricks after all.

What Is Beauty?

Thursday, August 20th, 2009

Picasso MichelangeloThe beauty of a Picasso is not the beauty of a Michelangelo. Today, when svelte breastless women with ashen faces and bland expressions walk like lumbering drunken sailors down a cat-walk, all the elite of the world applaud, but there was a time when that would not have been considered beauty at all.

Aboriginal Woman

A young maiden of an Aboriginal Bushmen tribe who is viewed as hubba-hubba, and woo-woo by her fellow clansmen, is not likely to win the Miss Australia contest. In fact, in an overwhelmingly Anglicized world, she would be lucky to win an extra tuber for dinner; proving once again what we learned in grade school: “beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”

Downs Syndrome

When a child is born with Downs Syndrome, the rest of us are sure that he is not normal. A defect has expressed itself physically, mentally, and it would appear at a cursory glance, emotionally, as it is a rare moment when one observes such a one without seeing that signature smile. I contend that therein resides a particular beauty that the world would be bereft of were if not for these precious children without guile.

Buster Keaton Suit

And perhaps the world is a better place with those with Asperger Syndrome as well. Though they can be baffling at times, annoying at others, and downright frustrating in general, they can offer many wonderful gifts along the way, even if they do not smile quite as often, fraternize quite as well, or see the world through the front window. If their level on the Autism spectrum is more profound, it may never occur to them that they are indeed out of sync with the rest of society. If, however (like others with AS including myself), they are lower on the chart, it is a constant mystery that plagues them throughout life. 

Mr Spock

It has been said that those with Asperger Syndrome can be likened to a Vulcan. For those of you who are not familiar with the term, Mr. Spock from Star Trek, was a Vulcan. His most frequent line was “Logic, Captain.” When something funny occurred, he might appreciate the humor, but his face failed to belie his amusement. I recall a time when I was on a committee to solve a problem. Being a decidedly Christian group, when differing ideas threatened to stall the process, one of our committee members said, “We should just stop and pray;” to which I answered, rather annoyed by the suggestion, “We don’t need to pray, we just need to think.” Of course, everyone looked at me like I was a visitor from Communist Russia, but in reality, I was simply obeying the genetic code of my Vulcan ancestry.

Spock Kirk McCoy

One woman has even written a book about the man she loves, who has Asperger Syndrome, titled “Loving Mr. Spock.” The Sci-Fi anthropological explanation was that Vulcans are a highly evolved race that let emotions fall by the wayside centuries ago. A very hot-headed Doc McCoy, and a romantically driven Captain Kirk were constantly annoyed with their emotionless colleague. Who knows? One day those who think with the minds of AS may be the new standard. I can almost hear Louis Armstrong belting out the refrain : “What a wonderful Woild.” Not.

Michelin Man

It is nice to be comfortable with who you are. For example, overweight people are frequently uncomfortable. They look around, and everywhere, they see skinny, beautiful, popular. They gaze in the mirror and see fat, ugly, dejected. They wish to be like others. They are not comfortable in their own skin. Many times those with Asperger Syndrome see themselves in a similar light. At a tender age, when I recognized that I was somehow different, I wanted to be like everyone else. But alas, it was not in the cards for me.

Goofy

To make adjustments where I could, I worked on many things diligently. Being outwardly expressionless, I created a smile and various other poses, for my face to assume at will. I would rehearse them in a mirror to make sure they were appropriate. Sometimes, in practice, they were way over the top, but in the field, they would exude all the excitement of a tree sloth. Either that, or I would surprise everyone with a sudden outburst which could light up Wriggly Field. I devised a laugh for my voice, like one would go shopping for a car. Not too boisterous. Not too silly. Masculine, but not sinister. How I wound up with a laugh that falls somewhere between Bozo the Clown and Disney’s Goofy is still a mystery to me.

Andy Gump Mask

I brought under subjection some of the emotions that would overwhelm me at the most inappropriate of times, and practiced to show a little body language when self-expression was either buried deep within or non-existent at all. Still now, when recording a greeting on my voice mail, I have to redo the message numerous times; each run, pumping up the excitement in my voice to extremes, just to achieve the level of a mortician’s reading. It took me many years to accept certain seemingly unchangeable aspects of my personality, and I’m not sure that I have fully accepted them yet, but I am much more comfortable than I have ever been before.

Amazing Feat

Everyone faces difficulties in life, and I’m not complaining about those I have weathered, nor do I wish to diminish what others have to contend with every day. It is just that the “stuff” that AS-ers often deal with on a conscious level, are things to which most Neurotypicals never give a second thought.

TV

On a lighter note, I remember as a kid, watching the Jackie Gleason Show on TV. There was a recurring sketch where Gleason played a guy named Joe The Bartender. He would engage in some small-talk with an off-screen character known as Mr. Dunahey. Eventually Mr. Dunahey would ask if “Crazy” was around. Joe would give a shout, and out from the back would emerge a character called Crazy Guggenheim. Almost every sentence from Crazy was punctuated by a silly laugh that would rise and fall with intensity (huh-huh-huh, huh-huh-huh). When asked what he’d been doing lately, he would say “I ain’t been doin’ nutin’ Joe.” But one thing you could count on with “Crazy,” in typical Ed Norton, take-your-time-to-get-to-the-point-across style, he was going to go on and on with a story until Gleason would blow a gasket.

Joe Crazy

After all was said and done, however, Joe would ask if Crazy would sing them a song. Now, what kind of a song do you expect to proceed from a guy who can hardly dress himself correctly? Well, out from that silly, lovable, mush-mouthed character, emanated some of the finest tenor notes, with the most heartfelt rendition one could ever hope to hear. Not a dry eye in the house. As Crazy says goodnight and Mr. Dunahey leaves the bar, we’re left with Joe, belting out an old Irish song like a bulldog howling at the moon.

Crazy Guggenheim

I have always been able to relate to Crazy. Not because I have a fine tenor voice, but for the other stuff. When asked what I’ve been doing lately, my first thought is to say “I ain’t been doin’ nutin’ Joe.” If you want to be driven to distraction, I will gladly chauffeur you there. Some of you no doubt, saw those sketches when they first appeared on TV. If you’re too young to remember Crazy Guggenheim, or were out playing baseball when he came on the air, then please watch the attached video. “Goodbye Joe. Goodbye Mr. Dunahey. Huh-huh-huh, huh-huh-huh.” Now that’s beauty.

You May Be Right, I May Be Crazy

Thursday, August 13th, 2009

Billy Joel

But it just might be a lunatic you’re lookin’ for
Turn out the light
Don’t try to save me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right.

Odd Man Out

Billy Joel’s song is one of my favorites. The words describe for me what I feel and have felt throughout my life. Though it may never occur to some with Asperger Syndrome that they may indeed be the odd one out while the rest of the world is in sync, it has occurred to me forever it seems. Oh, I went through a time when I believed everyone else was crazy except me, but I made it through that delusional moment to accept that I was obviously the weirdo. This resolve does not, however, make those differences go away.

Confusion

Because AS-ers process information differently, and sometimes quite laboriously, there can be gaps in the understanding and perception of situations that arise in the course of normal social exchange. If thorough explanations are not offered, or pertinent information is not acquired by the AS-er in order to more clearly understand the topic at hand, then it is likely that two somewhat divergent conversations are being conducted: the real one, and the one that the AS-er perceives. This can often result in confusion, disagreements, defensiveness,  frustration, and finally aggravation on the part of both parties concerning even the most common exchange.

Conversation

The degree of “self-rightness” that an AS-er may feel concerning their perception of a given situation may be equally matched by the Neurotypical who may see with a clearer eye. Sometimes it is the angle from which they approach a subject that gives them each a different perspective, but often it is just a simple case of misunderstanding.

Heartdrop

In a world where things don’t always seem to add up, it is a great victory for an AS-er to find themselves vindicated as right on a given subject. In fact, it can become an obsession. Sometimes it is almost as vital a need, as it is for a swimmer to break the surface of water to catch a breath of fresh air.

Perspective

By nature of being, blind spots are invisible to the person who has them, and AS-ers fall easily into that category. Many times a disagreement will arise over the most trivial of things. Perhaps it is the definition of a word, or the portent of a statement. Much patience and some accommodation on behalf of the Neurotypical, is needed to defuse an issue, and lessen the amount of confusion surrounding a given topic. It’s hard work, but it can be done. Not successfully all the time, but the frequency and degree of misunderstanding can be decreased significantly if the Neurotypical is aware of the problem and is willing to put forth the effort it takes to clarify and explain.

Star Girl

This is where one must ask themselves: is it worth the effort? For a parent, this may be a no-brainer. For a sibling or a friend, it gets more difficult. For a spouse, it is a question whose answer may mean the difference between a more peaceful marriage, and a lifetime of misery or divorce.

Dream Anatomy

As I have stated many times before, this does not let the AS-er off the hook. If they are willing to confront and admit that they do see things differently, and that there is a gap in the perception of two worlds, then they can attack their own responses and attitudes with some determination. They can learn to ask questions to clarify before jumping to conclusions. They can wait, and listen more carefully to weigh the gravity of a statement. They can learn that there are battles worth fighting, and those that are not worth a dime, no matter who’s right. They can learn that it is important to give in at times, to make way, to let down their guard, back off if necessary, and chill out.

Maze

As much as both parties may wish it, Asperger Syndrome does not go away. But it has been observed that some traits seem to decrease from adolescence to adulthood. I believe this is due to the learning curve on the part of many AS-ers. They may not know what the diagnosis is, but they have learned a few things over the years that have helped them traverse this alien terrain. In any event, the goal is to learn to live with the “quirks” of Asperger Syndrome with the least amount of discomfort for all parties involved. The more understanding and openness there can be on the subject the better. That is what I am attempting to promote here on this blog: open discussion; an opportunity for someone who may have AS to see themselves in a mirror;  and the potential for those who know someone with AS to better understand and deal with them.

Dog With Pipe

It’s too late to fight
It’s too late to change me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right

Signs of Life

Sunday, April 5th, 2009

Beware

No one is to blame for the lack of understanding when it comes to Asperger Syndrome. The parent or other adult authority can’t be blamed for failing to realize what heroic efforts the AS child is putting forth to accomplish the simplest of tasks, as they may seem relatively normal on the surface. The AS child can’t be faulted, as he or she may have no idea that their thinking process is any more convoluted than the next person’s. Eventually that bubble will weaken, and it may dawn on the child that they are extremely incapable in certain areas. When this occurs, they may begin to feel that they are not as bright as their contemporaries. If and when that happens, they will either struggle harder to keep up with their peers, or resign themselves to one or more of three negatives, all ending with “ty”: mediocrity; eccentricity; and exclusivity.

School

In the realm of Autism, there are often islands of highly tuned activity. People with these islands of interest are called savants (mentioned briefly in my March 18 post, “Islands In The Stream”). These are islands that the child is genuinely interested in, and for which they may have a high level of proclivity. The severely Autistic child may set in a room, never acknowledging the world around them; never displaying the simplest of social skills or language; yet they might be able to play the piano like a virtuoso. There is nothing wrong with their intellect. They are merely unable to focus on “outside” things, or perhaps they simply have no interest. I suppose nobody really knows for sure. I know I don’t.  All I know is, that on a lower level of severity, that’s the way it is for me. Can’t play the piano very well, but I do have my bright spots.

Mighty Mouse

For the AS-er, there are some similarities to classic Autism, and these similarities can run the gamut from the most pronounced to the mildest of traits. Again, I am writing primarily to those who fly somewhere under the radar of social detection. The savants of a mildly-affected AS-er are generally embedded in a more normal framework (a more  fleshed-out personality). In a particular area of acumen, the AS-er may even become an expert. If a talent seems to come naturally, don’t be fooled. For some AS-ers, it is a miracle, if it comes at all. An enormous amount of effort is often required to memorize those individual components involved in a particular arena of knowledge, but, if there is sufficient interest, time is allocated to develop a certain level of expertise in that area, sometimes verging on obsession.

Plate Spinning

For the AS-er fortunate enough to have an island to retreat to in the midst of a tempestuous storm, it can literally save them from drowning (to stretch the metaphor as far as possible). I can’t imagine any AS-er living without having some realm of knowledge to call home.

Kangazeyak

Often these islands involve the arts. This makes a perfect refuge in which the mildly Autistic person can hide. Artists are often admired by others (as in “I wish I had your talent”), and are generally afforded a special place in society; heartily embraced along with all of their idiosyncrasies. They are allowed to express themselves without judgment from the Neurotypical (NT) person who might otherwise wonder why the AS-er is not like everyone else. They may even be envied, imitated or idolized. Titles like “genius” are forever coupled with their names. I’m sure, while you’re reading this, many notable faces from the past and present are looming up before your eyes. Don’t be quick to tag someone as having a pervasive developmental disorder. On the other hand, the more you learn about AS, the more adept you will become at recognizing the symptoms.