Meistersinger
Well-Known Member
I was diagnosed back in June of last year (2012), after my youngest brother and his wife noticed in me the same issues their 2 youngest children, who are low-functioning autistics. Taking Viibryd did not make matters any better, and has caused me great harm (that's what I deserve for being a guinea pig for Big Pharma)
By nature, and by training, I am a musician, a librarian, and a computer support geek, as well as a hard-headed Pennsylvania Dutchman (although not as hard-headed as the Old-Order Amish or Mennonites (no offense to those groups intended)). I try not to harbor any ill will toward anyone, (although I unintentionally hack people off, on occasion.). People can usually read me like a book, even to the point that people push away from me when I'm in emotional pain, and I can sometimes read other people's faces and body language, as well as deliver (when necessary) and understand sarcasm. I end up depressed when the slightest thing goes wrong, since my late mother catastrophized every thing that would go wrong, no thanks to her father being the town drunk, and abusing her, verbally, physically and mentally.
Dad, on the other hand, loved to heckle. He could dish it out, as well as take it. His biggest foible was his father, who was the town Don Juan. While we didn't exactly get along, I took his death the worst among the family, just as I took mom's death pretty bad.
Further, I prefer to be left alone. I've had too many traumas with older girls, as well as girls of the same age, trying to get in my pants, when I was younger. I've been known to say something impolite that was supposed to be polite, but only when it was the truth. I tell the truth, although I've had to shade it from time to time, and occasionally lie, just like the other neurotypicals. Unlike some on the web, who flaunt their Aspergers, I try to keep it hidden, since most people consider me to be an arse.
By nature, and by training, I am a musician, a librarian, and a computer support geek, as well as a hard-headed Pennsylvania Dutchman (although not as hard-headed as the Old-Order Amish or Mennonites (no offense to those groups intended)). I try not to harbor any ill will toward anyone, (although I unintentionally hack people off, on occasion.). People can usually read me like a book, even to the point that people push away from me when I'm in emotional pain, and I can sometimes read other people's faces and body language, as well as deliver (when necessary) and understand sarcasm. I end up depressed when the slightest thing goes wrong, since my late mother catastrophized every thing that would go wrong, no thanks to her father being the town drunk, and abusing her, verbally, physically and mentally.
Dad, on the other hand, loved to heckle. He could dish it out, as well as take it. His biggest foible was his father, who was the town Don Juan. While we didn't exactly get along, I took his death the worst among the family, just as I took mom's death pretty bad.
Further, I prefer to be left alone. I've had too many traumas with older girls, as well as girls of the same age, trying to get in my pants, when I was younger. I've been known to say something impolite that was supposed to be polite, but only when it was the truth. I tell the truth, although I've had to shade it from time to time, and occasionally lie, just like the other neurotypicals. Unlike some on the web, who flaunt their Aspergers, I try to keep it hidden, since most people consider me to be an arse.
