#DSFWeeklyRewind: Need a break.

A few days ago I posted about an incident that had me dwelling pondering on my autism. The rest of this week could easily have been another example of things that on some level help to remind me that I’m not actually abnormal… well, IĀ amĀ abnormal, but only because I’m not neurotypical. But I’m not abnormal aside from my well defined abnormality.

It’s confusing, I know.

I feel like this week’s DSF Rewind should be some variation of Alice in Wonderland, though, perhaps not the Johnny Depp version.

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Best Laid Plans…

There are times when something happens that makes me question all sorts of things… usually (especially since I got my official Asperger’s diagnosis) about whether or not that diagnosis was correct. It’s strange to go one’s whole life thinking you were “normal,” but knowing inside of you that you weren’t quite that, but not knowing how to explain it to anyone.

And on snowy days like today, when things are not entirely the way they are supposed to be, it leaves me feeling more than a little introspective.

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What makes me autistic?

It’s always hard for me when I have too much time on my hands, and at the moment, I decidedly have too much time on my hands!! With Harvey still devastating Texas (though I’m told the sun is shining in Houston, finally), I’m still at my mother’s place. But everyone else here has to work. Which leaves me with not a lot to do other than clean. I’m doing my part, albeit, I probably could do more… I don’t know where things go, though, so I can’t do too much more.

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Girls: We’re different

I sometimes go to IHOP to write. This sounds counterproductive due to the noise level and being interrupted by waitstaff, but in reality, it’s very comfortable. When I was in college, IHOP became a place of comfort for me. There would be whole groups of us that would gather there late in the evenings (and often into the morning) playing the question game, actually interacting, and being 100% genuine. There wasn’t a lot of judgment at that IHOP. More likely, it was because the atmosphere of a college town where there are competing colleges with competing theological ideologies allowed for an ambiance of honest communication to truly develop.

It was a special time in my life and the only time (prior to knowing about my ASD) that I felt totally comfortable being myself.

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Weekend Coffee Share: Kissing is not Eating

Hello to all my Coffee Share peeps! If we were sharing our lives over caffeinated beverages, mine would be, you guessed it, tea, and we’d be at the local IHOP. I’ve been craving a hamburger for a few days, which doesn’t go with my diet… but I know the IHOP will customize it for me the way I like, and that’s the whole reason why Weight Watchers does the extra “cheat” points.

So a burger it is!

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Is being yourself part of flirting?

Seems that since my summer has ended (so, since Thursday) the world has turned topsy turvy. I don’t know what is going on with the Alt-Right/Neo-Nazi/KKK stuff, or with North Korea. I don’t understand it. I have been too busy and too tired to pay much attention to it. I know it’s important, but I can’t wrap my brain around it all right now.

Instead, I want to explain my epiphany I had about my dating life as it relates to my Aspie-ness. It really blew my mind.

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