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Post by amindfarfaraway on Apr 7, 2009 5:11:11 GMT -5
I think this is an absolutely necessary idea that needs to be promoted. As I've discussed on here before, I have Asperger's, and it's difficult when all people want to do is label me a freak, or some other epitaph that makes them feel better about themselves. And normally, I would be gung-ho about doing whatever I could to help. However, as it seems that I and my wife are about to go through a divorce, I don't think I could be of much use at the moment. But, when the time allows, I will want to help. But for now, all I can do is watch and see how your idea progresses. I'm very interested in seeing this thing go as far as it can.
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Post by amindfarfaraway on Mar 21, 2009 22:20:49 GMT -5
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Post by amindfarfaraway on Mar 21, 2009 0:05:24 GMT -5
So they were serving cute chicks in bikinis at Gitmo?
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Post by amindfarfaraway on Mar 20, 2009 23:34:48 GMT -5
44, that's pretty good. I bet ol' Bob Larsen would be sh****ng his pants right now if he could see that.
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Post by amindfarfaraway on Mar 20, 2009 23:33:26 GMT -5
What I like is how there's supposed to be all these mass catastrophes due to all the rapture retards being taken away, but there's not that many of them, and nothing bad would happen, and no one would probably notice. If they had any family members "left behind", they'd probably be happy they were gone.
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Post by amindfarfaraway on Mar 20, 2009 19:27:31 GMT -5
I'm agreeing with Darkfire. I'm not going anywhere near that fucking site.
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Post by amindfarfaraway on Mar 20, 2009 19:19:34 GMT -5
I got a 30. But I think the test is rigged. At least 5-7 of those questions applied directly to my Asperger's. Of course, fundies probably think Autism spectrum disorders are due to the devil anyway, so I guess I'm fucked regardless.
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Post by amindfarfaraway on Mar 19, 2009 12:29:28 GMT -5
I know how you feel. I have bad teeth, but not from diabetes. Mine are caused by 1. being homeless for a year and a half, not being able to take care of them, 2. coming out of being homeless, and going to the meth, and 3. having a serious case of acid reflux. I've had some work done on them, and I know it's not fun. And the pain killers they gave me to take care of the pain didn't help any.
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Post by amindfarfaraway on Mar 18, 2009 20:40:18 GMT -5
The funniest thing I've heard about the LDS church is that they believe in a goddess. When asked by their detractors where in their writings this goddess is mentioned, they tell you outright that she's not. When asked where she is mentioned at all, again, no where. When asked how they come about this information, it's always a friend of a friend of a friend who left the church, but with no names or anything else to verify said information.
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Post by amindfarfaraway on Mar 18, 2009 19:17:00 GMT -5
I'm sure that if I had, I would have most certainly drank until I forgot all about it. And if that wouldn't have worked, I would have just shoved plastic knives into my eyes and ears.
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Post by amindfarfaraway on Mar 18, 2009 19:13:43 GMT -5
Hilarious. And I would pay money to see that.
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Post by amindfarfaraway on Mar 18, 2009 17:51:27 GMT -5
I'm also pissed at the public school system, cause I was so fucking bored in class that I never learned how to pay attention and now don't really know anymore how to learn things. One would think that having a first grader correct the teacher that yes, you can indeed subtract 7 from 5 and that it's -2 that perhaps, just maybe, said kid should be tested for honours classes or possibly even having courses from a higher grade. Instead the school systems I was in refused to test me, even though my siblings were in honours classes, because I was only a "C" student, because I was too fucking bored and saw no point in doing work below my abilities. That's nothing. When I was 3 (and therefore exceptionally literal-minded by anyone's standards) I was tested for the local Sylvan center because I was begging to go to kindergarten. Results? "She doesn't know her phonics rules." They had presented me with a list of gibberish "words" (to make sure I hadn't just memorized words) and asked me "What does this say?" As far as I knew, it said something in some mysterious foreign language, but I certainly couldn't get any sense out of it. "She can't identify civil servants." To a 3-year-old, the question "Who is this?" translates as "What is this person's name?" I didn't know the fireman's name, but I damned well knew he was a fireman. As far as I was concerned, I hadn't been asked that. My three year old daughter is a fucking genius. She can spell, count, and she has other thought processes that kids generally don't develop until long after they've started school. We don't think she has Asperger's, though, and in some ways, I really hope she doesn't. I know what kind of problems it's caused me, and I don't want her to have to go through some of the things that I've been through.
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Post by amindfarfaraway on Mar 18, 2009 6:09:43 GMT -5
What fucking nonsense. The thread title says it all. I don't know how jails are in Australia, but hopefully, like here, they will spend what little time there being buttfucked constantly to the point where they won't be able to sit down for at least a year after getting out. Or they are just killed outright while there. Hung up by their toenails and beaten to death, that's what I'd do.
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Post by amindfarfaraway on Mar 18, 2009 6:04:38 GMT -5
It kind of defines and exemplifies simultaneously, doesn't it? Yeah, I find myself having to actually classify types of people, and even "people" isn't a simple word with me anymore. There's people, humans, individuals, persons, and a variety of other categories based on gender, sex, and levels of socio-cognitive development and/or presentation. The need to be precise combined with the taught desire to be understood beyond (or rather below) my usual linguistic capacity can be rather crippling at times; though it is HIGHLY amusing when I'm just drunk enough to speak 'normally' (read: with my REAL vocabulary), and people who have never seen me at that level of drunk (and a few who have) suddenly turn and communicate some variation of "What the FUCK?? Alcohol is supposed to make you talk DUMB, not sound like some fucking dictionary-munching graduate student!!" No, you intra-cranial bumblers, alcohol lowers inhibitions. What my increased drunken vocabulary tells you is that I've trained myself to talk dumb so you can actually understand me since you have all been verbally and physically beating the crap out of me since grade school about it until somewhere in the middle of high school when my occasional slip-ups suddenly inspired you to call me an "intellectual" instead of the usual "stuck-up know-it-all bitch". What do you think that says about you? And people wonder why I couldn't actively make friends until sophomore year. Really? The fact that I buried myself in classwork my 'group' project team refused to do in order to save my grade, got to a first-name basis with school nurses since I was always there with stress-related symptoms and illnesses, and had to be switched to a different bus to school because some guy beat the crap out of me and literally every other kid in the sub-division backed his bullshit story until they realized they were going to get called to testify in juvenile court weren't fucking CLUES??? It's called "people hate different", Sherlock. It isn't limited to words with -ism and -phobic on the end. [/rant] I know what you mean. And it makes me feel a little sorry for my wife, that she has to put up with me with me being like that. I have to actively try to dumb things down when I'm talking to her just so she'll understand what I'm talking about, and even then, I probably fail about half the time. I often tell people that my relationship to her is that I'm the sarcastic jackass who lives with her. She gets pissed when I do that though. School, man, school was a royal bitch. I hated it. I hated the people, who didn't have the slightest inkling that being different isn't a bad thing. My problem, though, is that I grew up in the bible belt, in a small southern town. The people I had to deal with were either preppies or fundies. And even though I was a fundy xtian myself, I still had to take being laughed at and mocked by people who were supposed to be "spiritual brethren". Most people knew me only as "the preacher". And I've found that it's still just as hard as an adult, but at least I have the choice to walk away and just ignore everything that pisses me off.
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Post by amindfarfaraway on Mar 18, 2009 4:22:45 GMT -5
Nothing interesting about being an aspie? Since when is operating on a unique self-created dictionary supplemented by an enhanced kinesthetic psychological cross-indexed associative reference pamphlet under constant review, revision, and over-analytic scrutiny from within as well as without while being bombarded by chaotically selective states of hypersensitivity mixed with minor stress-induced periodic age regression and panic when not almost futilely attempting to integrate and re-choreograph an in-depth mental behavioral compartmentalization system developed as a survival mechanism and trying very hard not to feel like a completely segmented species from almost everyone you meet not interesting?[/b] I'm aspie too, by the way, in case you couldn't tell. *waves* ^-^ So which planet/foreign country/imaginary universe/undiscovered species do YOU jokingly pretend to be from when the humans just stop making sense? [/quote] I'm actually getting to the point where I feel trapped in my Asperger's, questioning my ability to process mental information, to the point that I question whether anything I experience is even real. Where do I go when humans stop making sense? I have a place in my mind where I go. It's a huge field at the foot of a mountain range, with a creek trickling down into a good sized lake. Off to the side is a huge library of books on religion and philosophy. I've often joked that I think that Asperger's is the next step in human evolution, and one day, everyone will be like us. But that's probably me just trying to cope. It's given my high levels of depression and anxiety, and it's getting hard for me to deal with day to day life. Which makes it harder being married with two kids. Anyway, I like your overly-analytical and wordy psychological definition of Asperger's.
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