When I retire. I would like to write a book on the roughly 85 events spanning 25 years in school that are largely responsible for my never earning more than $25,000 per year, despite being a college graduate.
I would like to recount one of the more significant events that happened nearly 40 years ago, and altered my life.
It is such a simple event that someone without autism could likely cast it aside as irrelevant in the scheme of things, but for me, it was a career destroyer.
I had recently changed my major to Microbiology in a failed attempt to cater to my irrational " concept of satisfaction." I was taking the first course in Basic Microbiology, and we were about halfway through the quarter.
One of my classmates, while we were waiting to go into the lab to begin our class on a Tuesday, asked me if he could bring my notes home to copy, and return them on Thursday.
I said no, but he asked again. I said no again, but he asked again. I told him we could go to the library and he could make copies of them, but he insisted on borrowing my notes. I assertively said no, but he just kept pushing me to borrow my notes, until I finally caved.
I became emotionally distraught, as the following thoughts and questions entered my mind.
What if he does not return to class in 48 hours and I never get my notes back?
Even if I do get them back, what If he wants to continue to borrow my notes to copy, and I eventually don't get them back?
Then there was my " What are the odds syndrome". which destroyed me emotionally. Not only was I upset that he had my notes, but I was equally upset about the " violations of the laws of probability". In other words, " What are the odds that any student could be so unlucky that a student would insist on bringing someone else's notes home?" Furthermore, why was I the unlucky one? Could he not have borrowed someone else's notes?
As part of the major, I had to take a difficult year of organic chemistry, which met on Monday and Wednesday, yet I was so emotionally distraught from not having my microbiology notes, and the laws of probability that had been violated that denied me my own notes, that I failed to concentrate in organic chemistry, and fell behind.
I was so emotionally upset that I dropped organic chemistry and changed my major to straight Biology, which was much less rigorous, and took me nowhere. I merely wasted 12 years in post-secondary education..
Forty year later, I still cannot let go. What, I still ask, if I had been like the other 99.99999% of the student body who never has anyone insist on taking home their notes for two days?
I will never know. This is just one of about 85 events that destroyed me academically. More would follow, and greater laws of averages would soon be violated.
Are these reactions due to my being autistic? How would a more conventional person respond to a similar event?
I would like to recount one of the more significant events that happened nearly 40 years ago, and altered my life.
It is such a simple event that someone without autism could likely cast it aside as irrelevant in the scheme of things, but for me, it was a career destroyer.
I had recently changed my major to Microbiology in a failed attempt to cater to my irrational " concept of satisfaction." I was taking the first course in Basic Microbiology, and we were about halfway through the quarter.
One of my classmates, while we were waiting to go into the lab to begin our class on a Tuesday, asked me if he could bring my notes home to copy, and return them on Thursday.
I said no, but he asked again. I said no again, but he asked again. I told him we could go to the library and he could make copies of them, but he insisted on borrowing my notes. I assertively said no, but he just kept pushing me to borrow my notes, until I finally caved.
I became emotionally distraught, as the following thoughts and questions entered my mind.
What if he does not return to class in 48 hours and I never get my notes back?
Even if I do get them back, what If he wants to continue to borrow my notes to copy, and I eventually don't get them back?
Then there was my " What are the odds syndrome". which destroyed me emotionally. Not only was I upset that he had my notes, but I was equally upset about the " violations of the laws of probability". In other words, " What are the odds that any student could be so unlucky that a student would insist on bringing someone else's notes home?" Furthermore, why was I the unlucky one? Could he not have borrowed someone else's notes?
As part of the major, I had to take a difficult year of organic chemistry, which met on Monday and Wednesday, yet I was so emotionally distraught from not having my microbiology notes, and the laws of probability that had been violated that denied me my own notes, that I failed to concentrate in organic chemistry, and fell behind.
I was so emotionally upset that I dropped organic chemistry and changed my major to straight Biology, which was much less rigorous, and took me nowhere. I merely wasted 12 years in post-secondary education..
Forty year later, I still cannot let go. What, I still ask, if I had been like the other 99.99999% of the student body who never has anyone insist on taking home their notes for two days?
I will never know. This is just one of about 85 events that destroyed me academically. More would follow, and greater laws of averages would soon be violated.
Are these reactions due to my being autistic? How would a more conventional person respond to a similar event?