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

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Some Days I'm Too Autistic For the World

And that would be today. I craved a little adventure, a short 30 minute jaunt to the thrift store slightly south from here. My first encounter with the outside world, my corner gas station/ snack center, kinda set the tone for the rest of the outing. Too many people in the aisle and I felt claustrophobic, invaded. Grabbing my coffee, I hustled back to the car. It was good to get out of the house. I enjoy drives where I get to experience the outside, the trees, cows, herons and horses, from the safety of my vehicle. I am calmed by the quiet hum of the motor and the windows that shut out extraneous noise.
  Upon entering the thrift store, I don't know, everything just felt wrong. The clerk was smiling too much, you know, kinda stalkerish; the music was of a style I listen to, but it was was too loud, like I was at a live concert and I didn't feel at all comfortable covering my ears with my hands. Moving about I felt constantly stymied, claustrophobic, people in my way, carts and clerks being noisy and overly friendly. I couldn't shut out anything. The noise, the people, their loud conversations, everything  felt overwhelming. I started complaining, more like whining, about the way the shelves were stacked haphazardly; the stock was too new and nothing I wanted could be found. Prices were too high and I was quite unhappy.
  Every time it walked I into a store, I immediately wanted out. I could not be pleased. I kept thinking, well, maybe if I go to a different store I'll be fine. Fine never came. I just continued to get more dissatisfied, irritated and agitated. 
 My final stop was at a different gas station. I thought I'd bring home donuts for the kids. Walking to the donut counter, I asked if such and such type was available. The clerk didn't hear me, instead, he just walked away. 
 Hey! I'm only invisible when I want to be invisible. I said aloud, in my head. My feelings were hurt. My heart injured. I ran out the door.
 Some days, such as today, I am too autistic to safely leave the house. I don't know if it's because I got up too early, my illness is acting up, I'm too hot or cold or in pain, maybe it's the weather, the stars, I don't know...there really is no answer.
 I need to recognize when I need some rest...when going out is not a good idea. Some days it's okay to climb back into bed and pull up the covers.
 See you tomorrow

1 comment:

  1. Only a day or two ago, you were enjoying dipping your toes on the shore of Lake Michigan, now shopping, which is hardly a pleasant task, at the best of times .....

    Don't be too hard on yourself, Amy. Consider that quote from Rhonda Wheeler. :)