Prepare to enter the wild and wooly world of an adult with Aspergers Syndrome, a form of autism characterized by intellignce, quirks, social difficulties and downright strange and oddish behaviours.

People with Aspergers generally are high functioning in everyday life but have great difficulty connecting with others due to the inability to read faces, body language and subtle verbal clues. They also tend to take words literally and have a hard time multi-tasking.

Oversensitivity to touch (clothing has to be soft and often the tags removed), light (do not leave home without the sunglasses), sound (loud noises and noisey places are avoided), taste (many Aspies have quite a limited diet and are frequently very picky eaters) and smells makes the everyday existence more of a challenge.

Fasten your seatbelts and come on in...
To find out more about what Aspergers is..please check out my earliest blog entries

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Stories we tell ourselves

We are who we tell ourselves we are. I used to proudly proclaim that I was Don and Sharon's second born, oldest daughter and I was one of ten siblings.
 Biologically factual...but it's not really who I am. One parent is dead, the other is dead to me. I've written off my siblings. I have a couple aunts and some great cousins, but I'm really just an orphan. Not orphan as in poor, hapless waif...but orphan in that no one owns me or manipulates me.
 Blood may be thicker than water but it isn't a bond, a hard, concrete chain that is inescapable. I chose to let family just be something that I used to know. It resides in my past and has no play or say  in my present or future.
 It's time to let that old storyline go.
 I'm dropping the ten sibling thingy. I'm content being an orphan, an individual, a person that matters without having to be a daughter or a sister, because I am not those things and I haven't been in quite awhile.
 I bury the biological family now. They matter naught. They were my past, I let them go. No more will I speak of siblings or parents. 
 I'm just going to be me.

I am Me

Sunday, August 17, 2014

I can't "read between the lines"

Some people can sense where a situation is going or what someone really means by "reading between the lines"....all I see is blank paper.

Friday, August 15, 2014