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I AM A GEEK!

All of you may have noticed this: I am a geek. I am proud of being a geek and I will NEVER apologize for it. Like many geeks, I have a very specific collection of keen interests. Because I like my interests to the point of obsession, I develop an intimate knowledge about them. At times, I feel like an outcast because I do not interact with many people who share my interests. However, at WonderCon or any other such convention, I am amongst my people. My therapist told me that many people with autism become geeks because their laser focus and strong memories allow them to thrive on whatever interests them. Because I am autistic, being a geek fits me like a slipper. I discovered that there is a very special group of geeks in Japan known as the otaku. In some countries, geeks are looked down upon, but in Japan, geeks are accepted as part of the social fabric. If I visited Japan, I think I would feel right at home.

MY THOUGHTS (PART 13)

When I was in Middle School, I suffered a great deal of depression to the point in which I considered suicide multiple times. Thanks to the intervention and support of my parents, teachers, and therapist, I was able to overcome this depression and quelled any further thoughts about suicide. I am aware that depression can be a common symptom of being autistic, but I thought the suicide part was just something I had to deal with. Then the other day, I met a mother of an autistic boy who had the same troubled thoughts I had and I realized that more autistic people may have had suicidal thoughts like me and this boy. Fortunately, I do not have such dark thoughts anymore. Now, I acknowledge that life is worth living and I can accomplish much if I live long enough.

AN AUTISTIC CONNECTION

The other day, I met a mother of an autistic boy who suffered from depression and even contemplated suicide. I saw some similarities between myself and this boy so I recommended my therapist to this woman, who was desperately searching for someone who could help her son control his condition. Having gone through many of the struggles to mother described myself, I thought this would be a good way to contribute to the autistic community.

MY FIRST DAYDREAMS

As a writer with a constantly active imagination, I have always been daydreaming. My earliest daydreams were the strangest I ever had and I can recall at least two of them. First, I thought getting shot turned you into a monkey. One bullet and your suddenly a chimpanzee. Second, I envisioned a series of stop-motion animation images that involve a toothless wolf climbing a pine tree. Then a guy who looks like one of the elves from Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer looks up and his right eyeball pops out of its socket. Instead of blood, water poured out of the guy’s empty eye socket. As this happens, the guy yells, “Let go!” This was when I was very young, which was when my imagination was at its most raw and untamed. In such a state, I imagined outrageous things that did not make sense even to me. As I grew older, I was able to better envision my daydreams and create my stories accordingly.