09-03-2007, 05:36 PM
A month ago I had a run in with a flight attendant. I was chillin’ on the plane, reading the last book of Harry Potter... the first novel I had read this millennium. I took the exit row for extra leg room. The FA apparently had some reason to want me to move, I suppose it was ignoring her on the fifth pass of “Pretzels? Soda? Tequila?” as it was a multi-stop flight. I didn’t really notice her problem with me, but my stepbrother who sat next to me said she got pissed about something (he did not know either). Apparently afterwards she went to my mum in another row of the plane and asked her to make me move. What is this then? I was dually insulted, because my mother actually went over to move me as if she had the right. An argument ensued, but nothing came of it.
Apparently the FA doubted my age. Despite the borrowed Italian button down, 5-O-clock shadow, and khakis I evidently didn’t look 22... Just a week earlier a helicopter pilot prepping me for a heli-tour asked if I had finished high school while I was talking to my brother about my goal to get into advanced microbiology class next semester. After some nudging she told me I looked 16, “it’s the way to you carry yourself”. Oy… That’s a bit harsh.. On follow up many people I knew were surprised to know I was 22. What did they think then? Was it more plausible to be 16 and nearly graduating college? Sigh.
Just last week I heard some guy on the radio joking about “ass burgers”. A caller corrected him with some detail. To the detail I was astonished and read more that night… a long set of traits I thought were unique to me, had all come together in one instant. 95% of it was as if I were reading a diary I had never written. The next day, lightning apparently fried my mum’s computer, so I went over to fix it. My mind split between self diagnosis and hardware diagnosis, I stopped my mum as she passed and told her “I have found something about myself that explains a lot, it is as if I have just found out I was color blind. Childhood, everything”. She thought for a moment and grinned, then went off and retrieved a book from the distant nightstand ‘The Complete Guide To Asperger’s Syndrome by Tony Attwood’.
The online tests said I was a lesser aspie... scores 32 & 157/200 if I remember correctly. I don’t really care to formalize the prognosis, but I think the discovery process should be shared as it was immensely important to me. In passive browsing of the AFF forum I noticed some comment about birth-brain-damage related theory about AS. To this issue I have documented skull reshaping issues at birth, because my grandma had to use legal means to force the doctor to do caesarian. “The intended way…” and “It isn’t God’s plan…” were some of his words on medical record. I do have one question though.. What should I do next?
Apparently the FA doubted my age. Despite the borrowed Italian button down, 5-O-clock shadow, and khakis I evidently didn’t look 22... Just a week earlier a helicopter pilot prepping me for a heli-tour asked if I had finished high school while I was talking to my brother about my goal to get into advanced microbiology class next semester. After some nudging she told me I looked 16, “it’s the way to you carry yourself”. Oy… That’s a bit harsh.. On follow up many people I knew were surprised to know I was 22. What did they think then? Was it more plausible to be 16 and nearly graduating college? Sigh.
Just last week I heard some guy on the radio joking about “ass burgers”. A caller corrected him with some detail. To the detail I was astonished and read more that night… a long set of traits I thought were unique to me, had all come together in one instant. 95% of it was as if I were reading a diary I had never written. The next day, lightning apparently fried my mum’s computer, so I went over to fix it. My mind split between self diagnosis and hardware diagnosis, I stopped my mum as she passed and told her “I have found something about myself that explains a lot, it is as if I have just found out I was color blind. Childhood, everything”. She thought for a moment and grinned, then went off and retrieved a book from the distant nightstand ‘The Complete Guide To Asperger’s Syndrome by Tony Attwood’.
The online tests said I was a lesser aspie... scores 32 & 157/200 if I remember correctly. I don’t really care to formalize the prognosis, but I think the discovery process should be shared as it was immensely important to me. In passive browsing of the AFF forum I noticed some comment about birth-brain-damage related theory about AS. To this issue I have documented skull reshaping issues at birth, because my grandma had to use legal means to force the doctor to do caesarian. “The intended way…” and “It isn’t God’s plan…” were some of his words on medical record. I do have one question though.. What should I do next?
