is this your card
I don’t know. I suppose there is a theme here. Possibly.
I’ve never been able to remember what I look like. I can look in a mirror and think, Oh yeah, that’s me. For a split second, it’s always kind of a shock to see my reflection, but then I understand, it’s just me.
The ongoing Aspergers Syndrome (AS) and depression series been staggered out here over the course of two years, so I wanted to provide an overview of the entire discussion in one location. This will include a brief synopsis of each segment, as well as a links to each post.
I’ve written a lot about my efforts to learn body language, and the fact that doing so often left me feeling more disconnected from people, not less. The problem is that having to consciously learn non-verbal communication can make a social interaction feel more like an obstacle course than a genuine exchange.
Being at a social event…it never feels like you’ve simply entered a space with other people. It feels more like waking up in another person’s dream…like being thrown there. You find yourself in an unfamiliar space. The context and reality are inscrutable, cryptic. Nothing works the way it’s supposed to. At a basic level, you don’t know how to be.
A parent recently asked a question about her autistic child and radical self-acceptance.
She described him as being very inquisitive about his differences and having a strong sense of self. He is aware of his diagnosis, has terrific self-esteem…but he is currently quite young. The mom is worried about adolescence and whether or not he will continue to feel good about himself once there is more social pressure to conform and hide differences.