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

Friday, November 27, 2015

The Killing Fields, Generations of Child Molesters

Last night, I had a most disturbing dream. I was at my childhood home and I walked out back above a small rise. I felt shocked to discover a dead polar bear, no, two dead polar bears. I tried to signal to someone to come here, come look at this.
When I looked again...there were dead polar bears as far as the eye could see. I estimated there were 80.
  What does this mean? I've pondered and heavy thought throughout the day. Could this be my father's, my grandmother's and great grandmother's legacy of victims?
Through their conscious cruel, heinous acts of sexually molesting children have claimed this many victims? Am I the only survivor to bear witness, to pick out the destroyed, hidden amongst the lightly fallen snow?
They were camouflaged and hard to distinguish as the dead blended in with the white of snow. As much as I tried to show someone the one came. I alone bear witness. And so it is.

Sylvia Plath in Love

 It's fascinating reading Sylvia's journals. I can readily deduce her mental states and how they vary in intensity. The first 150 pages, she writes in a deliberate, almost manic way. Reading, my mind whirls like on a roller coaster and I consciously try to slow myself down.
 Around page 150, her entire tone slows down, like heavy sighs and she languishes in relating her time with a much loved young man. She exudes peacefulness, inner longings finally satisfied. She is happy.

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Do Unto Others...Bullshit

I grew up with this wise, old adage beaten into my head by cruel, merciless parents. I was to give and give and give, and then, and only then, would I be given.
Well, I believed this horseshit for over 40 years, then I got smart. See, this saying Only works if you are dealing with someone who can See your giving and doesn't have a cold enough heart to be Able to give it back. Yep, positively useless, counterproductive, degrading and Class A Doormat material.
At its heart, the message is decent. Keep in mind, it Seriously does not always work and can backfire leaving you empty and spent.

Adonis Extinct

Lonely Haiku

Thank you Friend

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Since I'm invisible...

I can write what I want without fear of repercussions.  
  I'm busy busting my mental ass nailing up 2 x 4's and writing little notes to myself, such as; You deserve better than this. You are a wonderful person. I love and care about myself, etc.
The planks are attempts to keep the mighty heathens out and live in a world of kindness and caring that is away from this cold, dry reality.