Professori
Professori
Hi,
So, interesting times! I have always known I am different - indeed, very different, and not comfortable around people or in menial conversations. However, I stumbled onto the various Asperger's tests, and found that my scores are very high. I suppose I am not surprised because the broad profile is about the only one that I seemingly fit into, irrespective of all the other categories others have attempted to fit me into. It changes nothing.
I a now almost 64 and have been a professor/academic for 37 years. Even though I have been the Head of my department, I always knew that I would not be promoted to the upper echelons because I have a tendency to point out the uncomfortable, fail the politically correct test, am definitely not diplomatic, and do not understand why people have to dance around issues. Here has been my real life-long issue: to be nobody but yourself a world which is doing its best day and night to make you everybody else, means to fight the hardest battle which a human being can fight, and never stop fighting. It is exhausting, marching to a different drum is lonely and exacting - and it should not be. It is wrong for people to expect everyone to be 'normal' (so what is that, anyway?), to fit the mold, and in fact, quite cruel.
There is an impostor with me constantly - the sly and sinister impersonator of my true self who stalks me even in my sleep. Who is this impostor/impersonator? The one who everyone else wants me to be, the societal clone, the one who must fit and be comfortable to everyone, like a teddy bear, despite that which is claimed by society to the contrary. That impostor is baffling, sly and seductive and constantly attempts to persuade me to forsake my true self. Sometimes I am even confused about who my true self actually is. I just know that I am like that little boy sitting in the corner and watching the world go by.
Are we not led to believe that we should buy into the lie that we are worthy of love only when our lives are going well - for other people, that is. If our families are happy and our jobs are meaningful, life is a success. But when life is tough going and the embarrassing true self threatens to reveal its less than perfect identity, we become pressured to keep up a good front to present to the world. We can even cower and hide until we can rearrange the mask of attempted perfection and look good again. Yet, there is the opportunity to take the mask off and be loved for true self - come openly.
Goodness me, where did all that came from? - I don't really mean to be cynical, but just share some deeper thoughts of mine.
So, interesting times! I have always known I am different - indeed, very different, and not comfortable around people or in menial conversations. However, I stumbled onto the various Asperger's tests, and found that my scores are very high. I suppose I am not surprised because the broad profile is about the only one that I seemingly fit into, irrespective of all the other categories others have attempted to fit me into. It changes nothing.
I a now almost 64 and have been a professor/academic for 37 years. Even though I have been the Head of my department, I always knew that I would not be promoted to the upper echelons because I have a tendency to point out the uncomfortable, fail the politically correct test, am definitely not diplomatic, and do not understand why people have to dance around issues. Here has been my real life-long issue: to be nobody but yourself a world which is doing its best day and night to make you everybody else, means to fight the hardest battle which a human being can fight, and never stop fighting. It is exhausting, marching to a different drum is lonely and exacting - and it should not be. It is wrong for people to expect everyone to be 'normal' (so what is that, anyway?), to fit the mold, and in fact, quite cruel.
There is an impostor with me constantly - the sly and sinister impersonator of my true self who stalks me even in my sleep. Who is this impostor/impersonator? The one who everyone else wants me to be, the societal clone, the one who must fit and be comfortable to everyone, like a teddy bear, despite that which is claimed by society to the contrary. That impostor is baffling, sly and seductive and constantly attempts to persuade me to forsake my true self. Sometimes I am even confused about who my true self actually is. I just know that I am like that little boy sitting in the corner and watching the world go by.
Are we not led to believe that we should buy into the lie that we are worthy of love only when our lives are going well - for other people, that is. If our families are happy and our jobs are meaningful, life is a success. But when life is tough going and the embarrassing true self threatens to reveal its less than perfect identity, we become pressured to keep up a good front to present to the world. We can even cower and hide until we can rearrange the mask of attempted perfection and look good again. Yet, there is the opportunity to take the mask off and be loved for true self - come openly.
Goodness me, where did all that came from? - I don't really mean to be cynical, but just share some deeper thoughts of mine.