Since the world we see today have been turned into what it is by normal people, abnormal should be very attractive…
Taking care of the laundry is oftentimes exhausting.
And still, it has to be done — if you’re wondering. Otherwise, people will smell you, and they will never tell you, just stop being around you… that’s people for you, so yes, it has to be done and no one, except perhaps your mom, will ever tell you so…
I was watching Netflix’s “Atypical” when I came across the following exchange in a scene where the parents of the main character Sam were at a group for parents with children with autism:
Doug: The whole thing really threw me off because we’ve been getting along well, and he’s been seeing a therapist lately, and I felt like he was getting better…
Shelby: Oh! So sorry to interrupt you again, but um, there is no (making air quotes) getting better in autism. It’s a neurological condition, not a curable disease…
It’s obvious Shelby has a stick up her arse when you see the character in action, and I really feel sorry for her kid: No, John, you can’t go out and play with the other kids because there’s no getting better in autism and the last time you made poor Amy cry… Continue reading Autism and “getting better”
Just back from vacation, and my sleep depravation is over… no, not sleep deprived, sleep depraved…
A fun exchange with a colleague:
Colleague: so how was your vacation?
Me talks a bit about it and mentions sleep.
Colleague: so, how bad is it?
Me: I went to bed at ten and woke up at five.
Colleague looks confused.
Me: ten in the morning and five in the afternoon.
Why sleep depraved/deprived/de-whatever?
No clue. Because sleep hates me? And I hate it right back?
Maybe because I was born four in the afternoon… but it’s more likely that I was born in the afternoon because my sleep cycle has always been in disarrary…
Brain scans can detect autism long before any symptoms start to emerge, according to an article in Nature.
Four hours after coming home from work: Find myself Googling chemtrails.
Fuck you ADHD! How the hell did I get here? You’re wasting my life, and what the fuck Asperger, did it really took you four fucking hours to figure out what the hell was going on? Get me out of here! NOW!
An Ars Technica article discusses the brain chemistry of autistic people and shows that each person is different in a unique way.
Focus Cards can be used by people with high level of distraction and bad short term memory to quickly regain focus when they get distracted.
Since I’m a person with a pretty bad short term memory (due to Asperger, I think), and are pretty good at getting distracted (mostly due to ADHD), I’ve found, that part from my to-do-lists (in GTD-style), I need something to keep me focused while I am working on a task.
The thing is I might be too good at it or seeing the wrong patterns.
I think the best way to describe it would be to say that I get a few milliseconds of one conversation, then a few of the other, and then back to the first. It becomes a completely unintelligible noise. I don’t hear words… I guess doing it with text would be like:
John (whom I am talking to) and Peter (who’s talking to Bob on the other side of the 2×2-table island) at the same time: sdoi dwhyaotu’sk ntohwe tvheerysihoanv?e a new web site?
Me: what did you say?
John, a bit impatient, apparently not having any problem whatsoever that Peter and Bob are talking at the same time we are: what’s the version?
I’ve tested my hearing – it was perfect. Or at least good enough not to warrant any form of action.
My problem isn’t my hearing. I just can’t separate people’s voices.
At a cocktail party, this becomes an explosive and rather fantastic wall of incoherent sounds… almost like music.
That’s all fine, but when someone tries to talk to me… I am not able to say more than, “aha”, “okay” etc – I have no clue what they are talking about… I guess lip reading would be a way to go.
It does take small talk to a completely new level, though.