Doylem
New Member
Old Aspies never die.....They just disappear into the wall paint.
I'm 64 and have carried an affliction of extreme shyness all my life. I have been misunderstood as conceited, have been categorized as retarded, have been the victim of verbal bullying and in social circumstances have regularly fumbled the ball.
But I'm retired now thanks to a good labor Union that stood up for all employees whether an Aspie hanging on the social fringes by the seat of their pants or a charismatic master of ceremony.
A half century has passed since my school days that can be best described as an anxiety attack. And the silver lining of the dark cloud is that my self imposed solitude led me into 30 plus years of cycling.......a very secure activity for me with I for the most part alone on treks and moving at 12 mph.
Today I reap the physical effects of cycling with good health and the bullies of my youth are now but broke down old men.
I choose to continue to live the life of a Recluse with my chosen retirement home located some 25 miles in the boonies.
As the saying goes,"Absence makes the heart grow fonder", so I now pull a part time job as a grocery bagger. And still I am confronted with the mental void in the area of social interactions. Still I am confronted with the stigma of being mentally retarded when in truth I was high school Beta Club. No pocket holder for the ink pens......but close.
I'm 64 and have carried an affliction of extreme shyness all my life. I have been misunderstood as conceited, have been categorized as retarded, have been the victim of verbal bullying and in social circumstances have regularly fumbled the ball.
But I'm retired now thanks to a good labor Union that stood up for all employees whether an Aspie hanging on the social fringes by the seat of their pants or a charismatic master of ceremony.
A half century has passed since my school days that can be best described as an anxiety attack. And the silver lining of the dark cloud is that my self imposed solitude led me into 30 plus years of cycling.......a very secure activity for me with I for the most part alone on treks and moving at 12 mph.
Today I reap the physical effects of cycling with good health and the bullies of my youth are now but broke down old men.
I choose to continue to live the life of a Recluse with my chosen retirement home located some 25 miles in the boonies.
As the saying goes,"Absence makes the heart grow fonder", so I now pull a part time job as a grocery bagger. And still I am confronted with the mental void in the area of social interactions. Still I am confronted with the stigma of being mentally retarded when in truth I was high school Beta Club. No pocket holder for the ink pens......but close.