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Just wanted to introduce myself, say hello.
I found something recently, quite by accident, something I’ve been looking for, for some time, to understand why I am, who I am. It was an article on Asperger’s Syndrome. I haven’t been formally diagnosed, nor do I care to be. I am who I am, I always have been, and I’m good with that. My childhood was, simply put, terrorizing. I lived in constant fear of a world I didn’t understand, couldn’t communicate with, in emotional meltdown. The people who cared for me did the best they could. But this was the early 60’s, long before Asperger’s was widely known, and we were very poor. There was little help. Through the years, there were a few people who pushed their way into the darkness, and held my hand, if just for a little while. One was an elementary school teacher. I was very young, years behind my class. They usually sat me in the very back of the room, where I was most comfortable, well at least, less disruptive. A good day was a day I could make it through without breaking into tears, in utter meltdown. Then one day, a young teacher pulled me aside, to a quiet corner in the back of the room. She handed me a series of books, lesson plans of sort, and quietly explained, I should read through them, and answer as many questions as I could, just start at the beginning, and take my time. I did just that, and the next book, and the next, and the next. Soon I caught up with the class, then quite suddenly, I was a year ahead. I learned, in that moment of childhood, that I was both less and more, so much more, and I could choose. I was learning to cope, but I was still very much alone, lost inside myself. As a boy, I found peace in the solitude of the woods near our home. I would pack small bits of wire and string, neatly wound, and other such things I might need for the day, in a small box, then head off for a long hike. I had a place by the lake, where I would sit for endless hours, watching the fish gently fin the water, in their own rhythm. It was quiet, and peaceful. As I grew, I explored those woods, in broader and broader circles, to the mountains beyond. Yes, I had brothers and sisters, but I spent my childhood very much alone. We were desperately poor, but somehow my mother managed. My Christmas gift, often, was a book or two, torn and tattered college text books. As I entered high school, I was proficient in chemistry, physics, and math, reading at a college level. Now, I suppose, a “troubled but gifted child.” I struggled to make friends; they lived in a different world. The prejudice of social class only deepened the divide. I chose a college far from home, a prominent engineering school. I quickly fell into my own safe routine. I avoided classes, I learned nothing there. I chose instead, to read through the texts on my own, work through endless derivations on reems of crisp white paper, often under a quiet tree on a hill overlooking the quad. Friends? A few, I suppose, simple opportunistic relationships. College was a success, as I defined it. I graduated at the top of my class with a near perfect GPA. I’m looking back now, at a long and successful career, as scientist and engineer. I struggled at times, with the internal politics of corporate life, for which I have great contempt. But excelled in developing commercial relationships; many countries, cultures, and values. It seems in these sterile relationships, blunt honesty, principle, and loyalty are very much appreciated. Simple values translate well. I am still the me that is me, that always was. Personal relationships? The only one I’ve ever needed, the love of my life, my wife of over thirty years. She is incredibly patient and understanding. I live my life in a string of singular obsessions, blind and oblivious. Post-it notes litter my bathroom mirror, reminding me of important things I need to do today. And I still find peace lost in the mountains, sitting on a rock, quietly watching the fishes. But now with a flyrod in my hand. I suppose it’s true, we spend our lives getting to know ourselves. |
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Hello lostnthought: Thank you for sharing this wonderful story. I enjoyed reading it. I noticed this is your first post here on PC. So... welcome to Psych Central.
You didn't mention how old you are. But, from what you wrote, it sounds as though you must be not all that much younger than me. (I would have been in junior high & high school during the early 60's. And, while there are some definite differences in the paths we've taken, there are a few similarities as well. One additional forum, here on PC, that may be of interest to you would be the Men-Focused Support forum. Here's a link: https://forums.psychcentral.com/men-focused-support/ I hope you find PC to be of benefit. __________________ "I may be older but I am not wise / I'm still a child's grown-up disguise / and I never can tell you what you want to know / You will find out as you go." (from: "A Nightengale's Lullaby" - Julie Last) |
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Thank you so much for sharing the beautiful story of your life with us here on PC, lostnthought. I'm sure it will encourage and inspire many other people here on PC. It definitely did encourage me. So thank you so much for it! You're a kind soul. You're a wonderful person. Sending many hugs to you
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Thanks for the welcome, Skeezyks. Just finished reading American Normal, by Lawrence Osborne. From his personal interviews and profiles of people with Asperger's, it seems we each find our own path, in our own way.
MickeyCheeky, you're very kind. Thanks. Hoping this forum can help me, at least a bit, connect the dots of my life, gain some perspective. And maybe I can give something back. I've spent a lifetime learning to live with the me that is me; I'm pretty good at coping with it. |
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Tony Atwood wrote a great book about Asperger's syndrome. It helped me to understand myself better after being diagnosed as an adult.
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