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, March 17, 2023

I sound stupid, but only when I talk

 On the inside I am this uber smart, intellectual Aspie who occupies a small, quiet corner of the world minding my own business and leaving others to tend to theirs. But...

When I open my mouth to say how I feel or what I think or what is on my mind, I sound uber stupid, like a flake from the lake that leaves in the deep woods and keeps feral rabbits as pets.

I Can Hear My Own Stupid!!! And its maniacal and immense. I can hear how my ideas and my thoughts deviate from the majority NeuroTypicals. I can hear that my words are spewed in rapid fire, staccato like packets of whistling rockets spiraling in all directions.

No one can understand me.

I like being smart. I keep my mouth shut so I can retain that imaginary feeling.

Wednesday, November 23, 2022

The Lighted Room

There's a room I can see, day and night and night and day; the light is forever on. The close shade drawn. The far shade half open. Sometimes I see a cat. Mostly I see nothing at all but a light forever on in an empty lonely room.
Is the switch hidden? Have the residents forgotten that the room exists? How many days and nights, weeks and weeks, has the light been on for no one but an errant cat?
I once witnessed the residents bring home a new puppy. The puppy never again was let outdoors for days and days, weeks and months. Maybe the puppy lives in the room forever lit.
Forgetful. Noncaring. Nonplussed. 
Perplexed, I continue to witness, the room with the light forever forgotten and on.

Sunday, October 2, 2022

My Biggest Regret

Aspergers syndrome definition

A developmental disorder characterized by social and emotional deficiencies [ah, but that's the key word isn't it] but accompanied by normal or above-average verbal skills and cognitive ability.
Verbal skills- the extent to which a person can approach words, sentences, written text verbs, as well as the extent to which they can comprehend meanings, produce synonyms, antonyms, know the meaning and use of words...
A second definition of verbal skills:
Written communication 
Oral communication 
Nonverbal and visual communication 
Active listening
Contextual communication 
Ah, no. I do not possess normal or above-average verbal skills.
I use words well and have an above average vocabulary but my comprehension and communication of words is subpar.
Cognitive ability definition [because I wasn't sure what this meant]- general mental capability involving reasoning, problem solving, planning, abstract thinking, complex idea comprehension and learning from experience. 
My cognitive ability is poor.
Used to be, far ago, that I thought if I could read and memorize words that maybe I wouldn't be so confused and understand the chaos around me.
Plus, I love Dictionaries and the clarity they offer.

Saturday, October 1, 2022


Watching another unfortunate show on tv in which people are engaged in a dinner party. I hit the mute button and walk away. This has zero relevance in my life, now and forever.
I will never understand the appeal of people congregating, telling stories and engaging in the sharing of food and drink. Looks like Hell and punishment to me.
I've given up watching my once beloved NFL football. I witnessed a gruesome head injury and I feel scarred. I have no need to be witness to any more pain. My own suffices.
Maybe there is no longer a need for televised entertainment and time passing with loud box on. 
Can't seem to find any value in watching other lives that stymie, perplex and confuse me. Those are neurotypical lives with which I share no commonality. 
I'm not lost. I'm set apart. I'm different. I cannot relate and I have no interesting in trying to conform into something I am not. It is not my nature.
I run free.
To be who I am, I need to be alone, unencumbered and unridiculed.
These people around me, on tv, in the movies. They offer me nothing but confusion and disinterest.

Wednesday, September 7, 2022

Working with Horses

I'm feeling pretty fortunate that I've found a volunteer opportunity working with 8 horses at a local horse farm.
Each horse has its unique personality, attitudes, and energy. I have only worked with them for about two hours. I've spent that time divided between them so only 10-20 minutes with each one.
There large size means their energy is large as well. I readily gained first impressions and insight into each animal. 
My Boss just brought in two wild horses who are only 100 days removed from the wild. Their energy and personalities stunned and surprised me.
The 3 year old Mare, when I was standing in her stall hooking up her feed bag, has amazing energy. Standing there, I could sense her running wild with delight in a forest. Her energy was bigger than her stall. 
The 1 year old Male, his energy was not as "defined". I felt an immense open plain while I was near him. Clearly, I had the feeling that these were indeed, wild horses. Their spirits are so large and unbounded. I can't help but wonder how they will handle this huge and dramatic transition to becoming tame. I look forward to observing them and helping if I can.
It is most helpful that they have each other and are from the same herd. It will give them needed connection.
Another horse that intrigued me with her energy is Ar. Ar is part wild pony, if memory serves. She has a very headstrongness to her and requires a firm touch. What is odd about her is that whenever I see her or think of her, I want to call her "Alice".
Her history says her previous owner was male, so I'm not picking up the name from there. Maybe her official name has Alice in it. Or maybe that's just how she wants me to address her. 
She's a beautiful, bossy, wonderful horse. I shall call her Alice.

New Emotion, Caution

I felt an emotion that I have never experienced before. Today when I was working at the horse farm, I was in a stall with a mighty big horse. I've only been volunteering there twice before so much of it is still unfamiliar. 
While in the stall, I had to maneuver a big wheelbarrow around the big horse but the floor covering had risen making the floor uneven and difficult to wheel on.
I stopped. Part of me wanted to just push really hard and run the wheelbarrow fast and carelessly over the defect. Part of me felt something and said, "no, wait."
Caution. I felt Caution. I realized this was a potentially dangerous situation that could cause me or my friend Big Horse potential injury.
I stopped. Felt caution along my chest and rethought what I was doing. I needed to make this safer. So, I encouraged the halters horse to move over and I used a different route to get to the other side of the stall. I could not name this unusual feeling, yet.
Upon arriving home from the farm, I jumped in the shower. As I noticed the tub floor was a bit slippery again I took note and stopped. I felt that feeling again and realized it's probably named Caution. I took extra precaution in the shower until I exited. I made sure to scrub clean the tub floor immediately after.
Caution. A word I had heard and logically understood but has never physically felt.