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Post by amindfarfaraway on Mar 17, 2009 23:52:05 GMT -5
I was just wondering if anyone else here has Asperger's? I don't like any of the Aspie boards I've found online so far, but it annoys me because my wife tries to talk about it, and, even though she means well, she really doesn't help things any. Of course, I can't imagine being married to someone like me, so she's a little trooper. I figured I'd try to find out how many other people here have it. There's at least one or two other people here who have it, but I was wondering just how many people here do.
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Post by Lazuline on Mar 18, 2009 0:27:02 GMT -5
I do.
I don't have anything interesting to say about it, though.
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Post by Deimos on Mar 18, 2009 2:00:50 GMT -5
Me
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Post by amindfarfaraway on Mar 18, 2009 2:22:11 GMT -5
I do. I don't have anything interesting to say about it, though. LOL. It's not really that interesting of a condition, although I've been learning that alot of interesting people might have had it. But if you want a humorous spin on it, check out Encyclopedia Dramatica's article on Asperger's www.encyclopediadramatica.com/Aspergers. It's funny as hell.
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Post by alwimo on Mar 18, 2009 2:24:52 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Renae on Mar 18, 2009 3:35:50 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?
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Post by DarkfireTaimatsu on Mar 18, 2009 3:50:35 GMT -5
Mum has a number of books on her shelf about Asperger's, and I got sent to a lot of analysts and prescribed medications in my youth and adolescence, so I might. I don't think I've ever been told directly, though, so I'm not sure.
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Post by Lady Renae on Mar 18, 2009 4:16:16 GMT -5
If you've never been told directly, bank on not having it. Confront your mother about it if you must, but usually they outright tell you if you have it.
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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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Post by Lady Renae on Mar 18, 2009 4:44:24 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.
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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 The_L on Mar 18, 2009 10:40:40 GMT -5
I've been suspected of it, but no one's ever bothered to give me a formal diagnosis. I do have ADHD, and it's been mistaken for a variety of ailments in the past, including bipolar disorder. (Taking psychoactive drugs you don't need is not my idea of a good time.)
My boyfriend, on the other hand, definitely has Aspie's, and is the sort of person who loves to make jokes about it. We get along very well.
Also, lol at the ED article. Especially the furry reference.
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Post by Oriet on Mar 18, 2009 11:18:33 GMT -5
I have it. Likely one of the ones noticed by the OP to have it since I list it in my title.
I'm also... lucky? cursed? in that my mate has it as well. We understand each other and all, but we're then a bit short on executive functions between us.
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.
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Post by The_L on Mar 18, 2009 12:02:04 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.
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Post by Radiation on Mar 18, 2009 12:52:18 GMT -5
I know I have it and I am glad that there are others out there that are like me.
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