Brief summary

I worked as a massage therapist until 2009, when a car accident left me with long term whiplash and effectively ended my career. Round about that time, I found out that I'd had Asperger's Syndrome my entire life - a discovery that explained a lot of the earlier difficulties and challenges I'd had. Since then... well, that's what this blog is exploring.

Wednesday, 22 February 2012

Neurotypical

I read something funny, today.  It was on a site called Neurotypical.



What is "neurotypical"?
Neurotypical syndrome is a neurobiological disorder characterized by preoccupation with social concerns, delusions of superiority, and obsession with conformity. Neurotypical individuals often assume that their experience of the world is either the only one, or the only correct one. NTs find it difficult to be alone and are often intolerant of seemingly minor differences in others. When in groups NTs are socially and behaviorally rigid, and frequently insist on the performance of dysfunctional, destructive, and even impossible rituals as a way of maintaining group identity. NTs find it difficult to communicate directly, and have a much higher incidence of lying as compared to persons on the autistic spectrum.

What is the cause?
NT is believed to be genetic in origin. Autopsies have shown the brain of the neurotypical to be typically smaller than that of an autistic individual and to have overdeveloped areas related to social behavior.
How common is it?
Tragically, as many as 149 out of every 150 individuals might be neurotypical.
Is there any treatment for NT?
There is no known cure for Neurotypical syndrome, however, many NTs have learned to compensate for their disabilities and interact normally with autistic persons.

Saturday, 18 February 2012

A postscript to an earlier posting



A while ago, I wrote a posting about a relationship I had with someone.  I only referred to her as "E".  The posting was called How not to be a stalker.

A few hours ago, I got a response to that posting from someone, which was pretty cool.  I don't update this blog often, so it's not very active - and I don't get too much feedback.  But that doesn't mean I don't appreciate it when I do get feedback.

Anyway, this response kind of reminded me that there was a final update and resolution to the story of E.  I initiated a final bit of correspondence with her back in April of last year.  I wrote this...

I don't expect to get a response, here. In fact, you probably won't even bother reading this. I just want to say it anyway.

You are a hypocrite.


You accused me of hypocrisy when we started writing again - and that's something that nobody has ever accused me of before now. I accepted it at the time, although it confused and surprised me.


But now... months after you just cut off all communication without even bothering to explain yourself and leave me completely bewildered about what it was I did wrong. This coming just a few days after you assured me we could be honest with each other and pointed out how understandable it is that our friendship could be strained. Commenting on how we haven't pissed each other off yet. And after repeatedly assuring me we could be honest with other - and that I should stop editing my thoughts when I write to you. That's hypocrisy. Worse still - it's cowardice.


I tried. I took the chance that you would be receptive to repairing things. All I wanted was my friend back. I was honest with you about my beliefs regarding what constituted a friend and I can only assume that it was this honesty that made you throw my words right back at me and cut off all correspondence.
From the very beginning, I said that if we tried and failed to make this work, then I would hope that we'd be mature enough to conclude it amicably. You agreed with me. So... you lied. You broke your promises. And you ran away.


It's not the first time you've done that, though. In fact, it's standard procedure with you. From the very earliest days, you've done it repeatedly. And the only reasons we ever managed to maintain a friendship at all for so long was because I was stupid enough to go to all the effort of repairing things between us - over and over again.


I hope you don't treat other people like this. Because if you do, then one day, you might find out that you've driven everybody away from you. And you'll be lonely, bitter and twisted.


Maybe then, you'll remember that one person accepted you for what you were and tried to repair a friendship - even after it had become twisted and abused by you.


Goodbye.

I expected that to be a conclusion to it.  I was actually pretty surprised when I got a response from her.

I can't talk to you anymore. My husband found out I was still in contact with you and he flipped out, he wrote you that email. Besides the fact that talking to you was so awkward. I had to force myself to reply to you and I had to put aside a block of time to do it because I'd analyze everything I wrote. I realized it wasn't going to work and you even commented on the fact. That's not friendship, it's desperately clinging to the past. It wasn't easy anymore, it was becoming a chore. It's better this way. Call me all the names you want, believe what you want to, I don't care anymore.

And so I wrote my final message to her and finally brought everything to a conclusion.

No, I realise you can't talk to me any more. And I want this to be the final bit of correspondence that ever passes between us. Because now I believe that I can add liar to the list of qualities I ascribe to you.


Your husband wrote that last email to me? He wrote "do not email me again" and that was the end of our correspondence. No. I don't believe that happened. This is the man who has never concealed who he was - and in fact threatened me with physical violence. I don't like him, but at least he was always honest. Writing an email and claiming to be you was never the kind of style I could anticipate from him.


And even if it was him, it doesn't change the fact that you couldn't be bothered answering any of my emails up to now and settling things. You still preferred to hide away and ignore all my requests to explain what I said to mess things up. In fact, you were happy to let me think that it was - once again - all my fault. That's cold. That is incredibly cruel.


As for your "that's not friendship" statement. I think it could have worked if you had only been prepared to work at it. Instead, it was just too difficult for you and you chose not to try. No... it wasn't easy. But it wasn't a "chore", either.


The thing is... if you had said at the time that you wanted to bring it to a conclusion, then I would have accepted it. If you had just said more than "do not email me again" and explained yourself, then I'd have let it go. I'd have been upset, but I was prepared for it and I would still have had some regard for you.


Now, however... hypocrite, coward and liar.

I'm aware, by the way, that I sound like a bit of a bitch in my emails to her.  Fair enough.  By this point, I think that's allowed.

Face blindness - Agnosia


There's something that happens a lot with me... I hear of a personality trait that people with autism have and I think "I have that - I've had it all my life." Then I read or hear a little more about it and realise that I've got a comparatively mild form of it.  I seem to have a very broad spectrum of the characteristics - like most of them have some sort of hold on me - but not to an absolutely crippling degree.

Today, I read about something called Agnosia - or face blindness. And I've definitely experienced that.

I went to a lot of different schools when I was young, because my parents moved around a lot. But I could never recognise more than about three or four of the other kids. And they were either particularly distinctive, or they were the kids that I'd be wary of. The ones who would pick on me, for example.

I used to dread being picked to hand out the jotters, because that meant matching up every name on the jotter to a specific person - something I was completely incapable of doing. It simply wasn't an option to admit that I just didn't know who my classmates were, if I'd been sharing a classroom with them for the last six months or so. But occasionally it got highlighted, because there was just no hiding it.

One time, the teacher asked me to hand something to Jane. And I looked round the room in confusion, trying to remember who Jane was - and the entire classroom looked at me expectantly. My hesitation and confusion was instantly clear to everyone. And I froze. Panic set in.

"Give it to Jane," the teacher repeated. More slowly this time. Like she was talking to an exceptionally slow pupil. And I cringed.

The thing is, that this condition was bad enough with the boys - but for some reason, it was even worse with the girls.  I still can recognise men more easily than women.  Not by a huge degree, but enough to be noticeable.

It became obvious to everyone very quickly that I didn't know who Jane was. Which meant that a social difficulty that I went to great pains to conceal was suddenly revealed to the entire room. It was a horrible moment. And this bitch of a teacher could have made things easier on me, but she chose instead to highlight the difficulty and make it even worse.

"Point to Jane," she said.

I chose a girl at random and hesitantly pointed to her. I was wrong. The class spewed out their amused and incredulous contempt for my mistake. This was great sport. Their day was truly being brightened by this unexpected turn of events.

"Point to Michelle," the teacher said.

I pointed again. I was wrong again.

"Point to..." And this went on a bunch of other times, until I was reduced to this cringing, flinching kid - standing slumped at the front of the classroom, wishing I could just disappear and be spared this humiliation. But the teacher wasn't done.

"I've been teaching here for just a few weeks now, and remember the names of everybody," she said. And to demonstrate her skill, she pointed at and named half a dozen of the kids right there on the spot. "Why don't you know anyone's names?"

I had no answer to that, but she demanded one. It wasn't a rhetorical question. So now I was a cringing, flinching kid muttering "don't know" very quietly at every question. And she kept demanding that I "speak up".

This, by the way, was the same teacher who called my "Dozey" one morning, because I didn't realise she was talking to me - a nickname that stuck with me for the rest of my time at that school.

Anyway... earlier today, I heard of a condition called Agnosia - face blindness - and I realised that's what I have. If I'm introduced to too many people at once, I won't remember the names and faces of any of them.

If I meet you (whoever you might be) in a pub, and have a great conversation with you for the next three hours, I might not recognise you tomorrow, if I meet you in the same pub the following day.  It's not my greatest difficulty, if the setting is the same and if I expect to meet you again.  But I may subtly scrutinise other people - even people who might look substantially different to you - before I discard them.  It takes me a while to build up a template of features and quirks that will help me to recognise you without difficulty.  This is bad enough if you're on your own when I first meet you, but much, much worse if you're part of a group of people.

The setting is very important.  I might meet you a dozen times or a hundred times in the same place, but not recognise you if I meet you in a different place - because you're out of context.  You're not in the place that I expect you to be in.

I don't know how many times I've got into conversations with someone I've encountered randomly - some person who is a stranger to me, but who knows who I am.  And I'll talk about various other mutual acquaintances, without having a clue who most of those people are.  And I'll see the occasional moments of confusion in their eyes, where I don't respond quite the way I'm expected to, because I'm desperately trying to fill in all the blanks, figure out who this person is and pretend that I'm keeping on top of the conversation.

It affects how I watch TV, too.  Any series that has too many characters introduced in too short a space of time can be troublesome.  I really struggle with anything to do with the mafia, because there's also the problem of individual loyalties and rivalries to factor in to the interaction.  I've given up on such varying series as The Sopranos as a result of that - despite having watched the entire first series and a substantial part of the second, purely because enough people told me it was good and I felt I was missing out on something.  Eventually, I just came to terms with the fact that it wasn't good enough to make me keep trying.

Game of thrones was a tricky one, but thankfully the characters are very distinctive and very diverse.  I've had to watch every episode twice and read a synopsis of each one, just so I can be sure I've got it.  I think a lot of people have had similar problems with that series, though, because it's so densely plotted.  If I hadn't been so fascinated by the concept, though, I might not even have attempted it.

The most difficult one was also one I kept going with, purely because I liked it so much.  It was the reinvented Battlestar Galactica.  In this case, a couple of the younger cast members were too similar for me to easily distinguish - most specifically, Anders and Apollo.  I think a large chunk of the difficulty lay in the fact that the characters had to wear the uniforms and have their hair cut short, so there were fewer distinguishing characteristics.  Unusually, I had more difficulty separating the male characters from each other.  Normally it's female characters who blur together for me, but this time round the primary ones were much more distinctive.  I was never, for example, going to confuse Starbuck with Boomer.  The concept was further complicated by the "human" Cylons in the series - there were identical models who had had different experiences that had either scarred or moulded them in different ways.  There were times where I got particularly confused about the subtexts of a particular scene, or what a specific bit of interaction actually meant.  This was only partially due to the face blindness, but that was definitely an element of the confusion.

In essence, the more generic a group of people tend to be, the more I struggle with them.  For a while, I thought I had grown better - that I had learned to cope with the difficulties.  But I realise that while I may have developed strategies and mechanisms as I grew older, the earlier difficulties were stronger, because they involved my peer group - which was obviously composed of other children.  I still struggle to separate children's faces from each other.

Like a lot of my own personal autistic characteristics, I don't have face agnosia too overwhelmingly strongly - but it's definitely there. But it's good to know there's a word for it.  Which means that in the future, perhaps I'll just say "I'm sorry, but I have Agnosia... who are you?"