After tweeting a link on Twitter tagged “autismpride” I was asked if I was autistic. It felt really funny actually acknowledging it so boldly and “out loud”, but I simply replied, “YES I AM”.
There. It’s out there. I did it. Score one for me! But wait…there’s more…
I replied that I was a little bit “weird”. The conversation did not end there. I was then asked what makes me “weird”.
How can I answer that? I said that I really couldn’t describe the “weird” in 140 characters-or-less! Truth is, I can’t. I really can’t. It isn’t any one trait or attribute that I can pinpoint in such a short conversation. I realized at that moment that being on the Spectrum had way less to do with the parts than it does with the whole. None of the parts that I could think of would, on their own, define my place on the Autistic Spectrum.
First I’ll say that I have no particular “savant skill” or obvious “superpower” that is often associated with someone who has high-functioning Autism or Asperger’s Syndrome. I did have an early ability to read (hyperlexia), amazing and entertaining the fine folk at Montessori School with my beyond-my-age ability to read flash cards and even random words pointed out in the newspaper by the age of three.
I do have a higher-than-average IQ but have found absolutely no way to put it to good use in everyday life.
Most of what I know I have self-taught. Of course I would sit in class and take copious notes but would ultimately look for supplemental information in other places; textbooks, reference books, articles, etc., as I felt the need to fully understand what I was trying to learn. This was all fine and dandy, but it it wasn’t information I was going to use on a regular basis, or if I wasn’t particularly interested in it, it would soon be lost.
I lean more toward the artsy-craftsy side of things preferring to make things by hand. With the right tools and equipment I found that my only limitation is how well I can get my fine-motor skills to work. I learned to crochet at age six, and to knit, sew, and embroider shortly thereafter, so I might have some interesting skills there, but I’m far from being a “domestic goddess”. Martha Stewart I am not!
I suck at fine art. Drawing, painting, sculpture, you name it…if I have to come up with an original idea or something from memory. I can accurately reproduce a still life or anything that isn’t moving onto paper, but I really don’t like to do it. It seems…pointless. Photography? Got an ‘A’ in college. Have no idea how to work the camera now.
That’s just a few insights for now. I still can’t say how any of these aforementioned things make me either “weird” or “different” when compared to anybody else. There are lots of people out there that are perfectly “normal” that share these same traits, right?




















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