Post by blackcrowheart on Jan 11, 2008 13:43:02 GMT -5
Living As an Aspie
I want to talk about life, my life & that of many other mixies who grew up in urban settings. In order for me to do this, I will need to add my personal slant as an aspie
An aspie is a person who has aspergers syndrome.
Aspergers is a form of autism, they call it autism light, but I am here to tell you, my experiences in life having aspergers have been anything but light.
This morning as I combed my hair I came across this lump on my scalp where the hair does not grow back. I have one on my right & left sides of my head. My lump on my right side came because someone hit me, beat me actually because I repeated an article I read veer bedim word for word & did not stop speaking when he told me to. Actually it was this person & his sister who beat me, probably others too, I really only remember being kicked & hit in the head & then dark.
I was in the 6th grade. I was major arts in English, science, & math. No one really liked me. You could show me how to perform a task once & I had it, I wanted people to know I understood & I thought it was important.
I am also a descendent of quite a few firstpersons. Firstpersons is what most like to call Native Americans, but I do not like the term Native American. america is named what it is because those who stole this land named it what they wanted to, this land was Turtle Island, this land was Guatama, not america & I will never refer to this as america this was the home of my people long before the Europeans came here lost & starving, but that is another story isn’t it?
I was born in the 50’s, went to school during the 60’s, 70’s, & 80’s. I have a degree in general office mechanics. I am able to put together statistical charts, they call this an intangible skill, I say it is because I love numbers & love detail. I do not like to do much socializing at work or any other place, so when left completely alone, I can put together very complex pie charts, shred documents with glee, enter data into the computer for hours on end & not even remember that I need to have lunch, I am the worker most people would like, but if you ask me to socialize, or make jokes you assume are funny & don’t tell me its funny, I will not know & won’t laugh unless I see you laugh.
I am a writer, during the 80’s, my writing was primarily about women’s & gay issues, when I felt I no longer agreed with the political stance I had assumed as a separatists, I stopped writing for years. I also gave up a very lucrative public speaking job, I traveled around the country speaking, I no longer agreed with the politics that I was eschewing at the time.
These days, I work very hard to speak on what I believe in & what I agree with. I still don’t really know if you are making a joke unless I am told or see others laughing. I still do not know if anyone is making fun of me unless I am told. I simply am older, but will always have aspergers.
It’s not a “disease” it is a way of being, at least as far as I am concerned. It is not my whole life, it affects my life, but like all invisible things, you can’t look at me & say I have this difference, but if I am put into any social setting, it will come out, even online.
With this fact, yes I have some people who want to pound me into next year. I have people who do not want to speak & yes there are people who find it exasperating to have anything to do with me.
I only can accept what they say as how they feel & respect it.
I want to talk about life, my life & that of many other mixies who grew up in urban settings. In order for me to do this, I will need to add my personal slant as an aspie
An aspie is a person who has aspergers syndrome.
Aspergers is a form of autism, they call it autism light, but I am here to tell you, my experiences in life having aspergers have been anything but light.
This morning as I combed my hair I came across this lump on my scalp where the hair does not grow back. I have one on my right & left sides of my head. My lump on my right side came because someone hit me, beat me actually because I repeated an article I read veer bedim word for word & did not stop speaking when he told me to. Actually it was this person & his sister who beat me, probably others too, I really only remember being kicked & hit in the head & then dark.
I was in the 6th grade. I was major arts in English, science, & math. No one really liked me. You could show me how to perform a task once & I had it, I wanted people to know I understood & I thought it was important.
I am also a descendent of quite a few firstpersons. Firstpersons is what most like to call Native Americans, but I do not like the term Native American. america is named what it is because those who stole this land named it what they wanted to, this land was Turtle Island, this land was Guatama, not america & I will never refer to this as america this was the home of my people long before the Europeans came here lost & starving, but that is another story isn’t it?
I was born in the 50’s, went to school during the 60’s, 70’s, & 80’s. I have a degree in general office mechanics. I am able to put together statistical charts, they call this an intangible skill, I say it is because I love numbers & love detail. I do not like to do much socializing at work or any other place, so when left completely alone, I can put together very complex pie charts, shred documents with glee, enter data into the computer for hours on end & not even remember that I need to have lunch, I am the worker most people would like, but if you ask me to socialize, or make jokes you assume are funny & don’t tell me its funny, I will not know & won’t laugh unless I see you laugh.
I am a writer, during the 80’s, my writing was primarily about women’s & gay issues, when I felt I no longer agreed with the political stance I had assumed as a separatists, I stopped writing for years. I also gave up a very lucrative public speaking job, I traveled around the country speaking, I no longer agreed with the politics that I was eschewing at the time.
These days, I work very hard to speak on what I believe in & what I agree with. I still don’t really know if you are making a joke unless I am told or see others laughing. I still do not know if anyone is making fun of me unless I am told. I simply am older, but will always have aspergers.
It’s not a “disease” it is a way of being, at least as far as I am concerned. It is not my whole life, it affects my life, but like all invisible things, you can’t look at me & say I have this difference, but if I am put into any social setting, it will come out, even online.
With this fact, yes I have some people who want to pound me into next year. I have people who do not want to speak & yes there are people who find it exasperating to have anything to do with me.
I only can accept what they say as how they feel & respect it.