Living With AspergersI was diagnosed with AspergersLiving With Aspergers3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"Hey that is not an excuse!"
Hey man I hate to say it
but Aspies can drive you crazy
Want to tear your hair out
and pound your head against the wall
But I am here to say
You know nothing about me at all.
You say I am rude, stubborn, and naive
and that is G rated terms you said about me.
But I tell you you got it all opposite.
The people closest to me describe me friendly and passionate
and not to mention intelligent.
I might not stand out and be invisible to most
but those blind people don't matter
all they say is "She's retarded" "and a loser"
and assume i wanna start an arguement
but when the yelling and the accusations start i can't stand it.
All I can do is pray for help,
I don't dare say anything.
So before you get into an arguement
you will stop to think about the other person,
My Life Having Asperger'sI have always felt that I was different. Different in the way I think, the way I feel, and the way I act. My life has been a roller coaster, having the anticipation as I climb the hill and having the rush of adrenaline as I race down. There have been times where I have been so stressed that the world seemed to have ended and other times where I have been so calm that the world seemed to have escaped from me. This has been my life; but there is more to it than just that. Throughout my life there has been affection and there has been rejection. Bliss and despair have contrasted themselves so divinely. These memories have both haunted me and delighted me in every sense. And in my short twenty years I have witnessed many things; some of which no one should ever go through.My Life Having Asperger's5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My life was just beginning, I was in preschool, and I considered everyone to be my friend. I was naïve; but so were my classmates. No one was quick to judge and everyone seemed to care. But as my preschool life ende
Aspergers - The Curse We Bear:~ AloneAspergers - The Curse We Bear:7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
~ Dark minded
~ Kids with Asperger's/Autism feel like they're alone. No one understands them. It's like everyone you know hates you and you don't know why.
~ The rate of Autism:
20 years ago: 1 in 10,000
5 years ago: 1 in 500
Today: 1 in 166
Twenty years from now: ?
~ The puzzle pattern on the ribbon reflects the mystery and complexity of Autism/Asperger's. The different colors and shapes represents the diversity of people and families living with this disorder. The brightness of this ribbon signals hope - hope through research and increasing awareness throughout the world.
~ Everyone is unique!
~ Autism and Asperger's are life long disorders.
~ Love make
not allowed7/31/07not allowed8 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
It was brought up recently in a place where such conversations are safe, that in a Christian home we grew up expected to be happy. We learned to stuff our other feelings, because they were inappropriate.
I remember my father telling me to smile or not to look so moody. I spent a lot of time in other worlds, I didn't mean to look anything. It hurt when he said that. Like he had to be in control of everything about me all the time. And it's not like he ever asked if there was something wrong. Because nothing was ever wrong. (Unless I asserted some sort of independent thought.)
How was it any of his business? People cannot always smile. And they certainly cannot look like whatever someone else feels they need the person to look like at that moment. It is purely absurd to think otherwise. And abusive. If I gave any negative reaction to his order, I was in for another lecture, or at least unkind words.
Parents, do not do this to your children. Please.
Meanwhile, I continue to
Valeria and Asperger boyAnd the sex covered her upValeria and Asperger boy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like the pills once did
Once she came down, got off
Sobered up, it was all there
Big blue and clear (way too clear)
Like further back even still
When she felt that all her girlfriends
Burst out in tears at the slightest hint of
While the boys went dull by the futility of
Knowing too much about nothing
Or when she met the asperger boy
Who said she smelled of shit then said
He loved her all within the space of five sentences
We're all smart and stupid in one way or another
Like his inability to fix her as well as he
Could fix his machines just by tinkering
When they got out of highschool they moved in together
He'd become frustrated and didn't understand why
Could not so much as comprehend his own irrational feelings
So instead of finding his way into a top university
He joined the army and wound up dead a year later
She couldn't help but feel responsible in some way
Maybe if she hadn't pushed him so
How easy it was to embrace the dull nod of th
The Aspie GirlIt was a somewhat peaceful, summer morning weekend here in the little community of Peach Creek as we zoom in on one of the neighborhoods; the Peach Creek Cul-De-Sac. And in the second house on the right of the entrance, thats where we start this story. We see a figure in his room, sleeping in his circular-shaped bed. He was a thirteen boy that seemed to be just a smidge too short for his age and had only three, long strands of dark blue hair on his head.The Aspie Girl7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His name is Eddy Wendell. He was starting to wake up from his slumber, stretching a little as he did; he showed his dark, foggy blue orbs. Eddy noticed what time it was now; seven oclock. He made a little smirk to himself; time to think of a scam for the kids to fall for.
Eddy then proceeded to get himself dressed for the day without any hassle on time. He wore a yellow t-shirt that went right to his waistline. The shirt had a purple collar and a red stripe coming down the right side of his shirt. He wore baggy blue jeans w
Who am I? Asperger InsightWho am I?Who am I? Asperger Insight8 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Well, isnt that a question and a half? I can say what I am, thats easy. I am human, I am female, I am fifteen years, one hundred and ninety three days old (as of March 30th 2006) and Im a little over five foot two inches tall. But who I am is still a mystery. I have no idea who I am, and the more questions I ask, the more the answers seem to elude me, I just seem to be faced with more and more questions. In all reality its a vicious spiral, dragging me down deeper into the midst of an identity well its not an identity crisis, more of an identity search. Id love to know who I am, but the fact is I dont and I may never know. I have to ask why it matters? Why do humans constantly strive for acceptance, to be wanted and to fit in with everybody else, whilst at the same time strive for their individuality? How can it be possible to be both?
I am half Irish, and half English, born and raised in Leeds, West Yorkshire, Engl
Asperger Syndrome and MeAsperger Syndrome: A Personal PerspectiveAsperger Syndrome and Me8 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Early on, it was clear that there is something different about me. My language development was delayed; by my first birthday, I still was not speaking, instead relying on gestures and vocalizations to communicate. However, I was alert and seemed able to understand much of what was said to me, so the delay did not seem to be cognitive in origin. There was some delay in early motor development as well, but not to an abnormal extent.
In June 1986, when I was 20 months old, an examination by an ENT specialist revealed fluid buildup in my middle ears which was affecting my hearing, and tubes were inserted to drain the fluid. At that time, I had a vocabulary of about five words. Later that year, my parents enrolled me in a nursery school, hoping that being in an environment with many other people would help me improve my verbal communication skills, but it did not work out as they had hoped. I showed extreme separation anxiety; every day that
StupidStupid.Stupid6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She said it under her breath, but I know she said it just so I could hear it. She said it to hurt me. She is out to get me, just like everyone else! I am angry now. I stare at her. She starts turning red.
Why is she turning all red? I think. Cartoons head usually turn red right before they blow up Blow up! Panic fills me now. Id stared at her too long, and somehow, I was making her head blow up, just like on a cartoon!
I cant stop staring now. Shes getting redder. My eyes wont blink. I cant breathe. Im blowing her up! I can already see it in my mind: first, her head will turn into a big, red balloon, and then all of a suddenPOP! Itll blow up. Blood and brains and bones everywhere. And itll all be my fault!
She opens her mouth. Shes a