Here’s a stereotype that I’m sick of….

Disclaimer: this post is about my experience of Aspergers Syndrome, and is relative to my own experience. But I cannot take responsibility for any action taken as a result of reading this. 

I’m tired. Really I am. And not in the ‘physical sense’. I am SICK and tired of being stereotyped, based on my ASD.

Rainman isn’t the set standard for people on the spectrum, although it seems to have been perceived as such. What’s forgotten is how nuanced the spectrum can be. There’s a set perceived view point, and that’s how we all are, apparently. (I detest being stereotyped so much that I just had to put it into a post.)

I am also not a ‘math’s genius’.

And I am tired of being perceived as lacking in Empathy-there isn’t just one type, one set way of being so-as well as not caring, unemotional, etc. These are all based on assumptions, and although they are hallmarks of the spectrum, I feel it is unfair to characterise us all as being alike to what I just described.

Thank you for listening,

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50 things I’m grateful for.

Let’s change the tune of this blog, if only for a day; lets be grateful! These are fifty things that I am grateful for, and I wish to inspire you to do the same. And these are in no particular order, please note.

  1. Being able-bodied.
  2. The day I was FINALLY diagnosed as having Aspergers Syndrome. It explained so many things-my flat voice, special interests, lack of eye contact, some clumsiness, etc.
  3. Having a home.
  4. Having learning support.
  5. That I’m still blogging after all these years.
  6. My planner. Because it keeps me organised and feeling less anxious!
  7. Being able to learn in a country that supports my rights as a female.
  8. My family.
  9. That an editor liked my pitch to be a teen columnist, and allowed me to write as a Columnist.
  10. That this is specific legislation in place to stop gender and disability discrimination.
  11. To even have a blog.
  12. To have faith.
  13. CATS!!
  14. To have met Brian May.
  15. To have interviewed Anastacia.
  16. ‘Left Outside Alone’.
  17. That we have a stable political system. Sort of.
  18. And that I am allowed to read.
  19. That I was taught to read and write.
  20. That my vision problems were picked up quickly.
  21. Glasses! Because I can finally see.
  22. Curly hair. It’s what makes me, me.
  23. The right to vote.
  24. The feeling I get when I see a brand email.
  25. The sound of the church bells where I live.
  26. Smell of cut grass.
  27. Summer.
  28. That I may or may not be starting on the NTCJ course soon… (Watch this space!)
  29. Anything rose gold. So pleasing to the eye!
  30. Twitter. I love Twitter.
  31. The Bell Jar.
  32. The Diary Of Anne Frank.
  33. To have been able to explore Brighton.
  34. That I have enough food.
  35. Poetry.
  36. Red nail varnish.
  37. Fifties-style dresses.
  38. Twitter blog chats!
  39. That I have now reached the age of eighteen. Finally!
  40. To understand the workings of our political system.
  41. My typewriter.
  42. All blog comments.
  43. Print media.
  44. The feel of silk.
  45. Amy Macdonald and the ‘This is the life’ album.
  46. Spike Milligan’s verses.
  47. CATS! (Oh wait, I already wrote that….)
  48. Anything APPLE.
  49. The smell of wonderstruck.
  50. You commenting on this post.

What are you grateful for?

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Why I love rock…a fan girls opinion. 

As part of my blog content, you can probably see that I’m starting to cover music. Music is a part of my lifestyle-so that I listen to it everywhere I go, collect Vinyl, interview musicians, etc. But I’m often asked “why do you like Rock?” (because, well, I have Aspergers, and noise doesn’t compute well, traditionally.)

Rock has been one of my favourite genres for a long time now-probably since I bought my first proper CD, Queen’s A Night At The Opera. In this sense, I like the songs, as they are seemingly timeless; I was born eight years after Freddie mercury died, and three after Phil Collins left Genesis. (Go on, guess how old I am, I dare you 🙂 ) And there’s so many enigmatic songs-just who is ‘so vain’? But anyway, my point is that these songs have an enduring appeal-why else would we still be singing them?

These songs and the genre are also a comfort to me. When I go out, or am walking in a city that I don’t know particularly well, I will have my headphones in. It’s a sensory thing-related to my Aspergers-because I dislike so much noise. (Try being at Victoria station-there’s a lot of people, trains, announcements, etc. And it puts my head in a whirl.)

Rock is also something that I enjoy-just the sheer beat of the songs, or how it was engineered over time. These song may be cliched in parts, but they rely more on melody to tell the story of the lyrics. They also have a proper structure. And it was a pioneering era of music-just look at Bohemian Rhapsody!

And, I like this genre, because it’s what I aspire to specialise in; I would love to be a music Journalist. I’ve interned at NME, interviewed Marc Martel, reviewed Lissie, QUEX, and Emeli Sande in concert, met Brian May, and listened to a few albums and reviewed them for their releases. Music is an interest to me. And these are some of the most interesting people I have ever met, observed, questioned and listened to. What more could I do?

 

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Here’s how I struggle with Asperger’s Syndrome…

For all of my posts about Asperger’s Syndrome, I haven’t really posted about what I struggle with, as a direct result of the condition. Because being positive matters, right? (Please don’t tell me otherwise.) But I wanted to post more than just a superficial impression, and what it is I struggle with most.

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People:

People. People! What more is there to say to that, really? ‘People’ is an interesting subject to me-and it’s why I write my column-but for me, it’s something I really do struggle with. I cannot tell how nuanced your emotions are, but what plays out on your face-they are blank to me. I also may not understand what you’re trying to tell me at times. And could you maybe not try and force eye contact with me? It’s really not something I’m great at, and it makes me feel uncomfortable. I also am not really a fan of ‘touching’-but I will come and ask for a hug if needed. I also don’t just want to talk about hair, boys, or make up. That’s not what I’m interested in. I would rather talk about Cold War history, politics, whatever person it is that I’m interviewing, etc.

Noise:

This is a funny one, considering I love music, review concerts for my blog and column, and adore Rock. But noise I don’t have control over has a detrimental affect-such as cutlery banging, polystyrene squeaking, metal scrapping, chairs falling, doors slamming suddenly, etc. Don’t call me out, saying that “it’s not noisy in here”. Because to me it is. And it has an affect-I can’t think, my thoughts when travelling to my mouth get jumbled, and it sometimes affects my balance. (Too much overstimulation over a long period of time means I find simple tasks hard, even just gripping things.)

Academia:

I’m lucky to have had help, but a classroom is an environment I find really difficult. If information is relayed too quickly by a teacher, I may miss some things. I can also misinterpret what they may say. And at younger institutions-such as Primary school-there was always so much talking. I can’t always pay attention to both.

Organisation:

Here’s something for you; I may be the most organised person in the room, when it comes to managing deadlines and other projects. But I’m really messy. And I find managing time a chore. Balancing this blog with my want to study has been a problem at times. And my bedroom always looks as if a bomb has hit it. But I’ll probably make whatever homework deadline there is.

Thank you for listening,

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Autism is not the problem…

Good morning-

For this post, I wished to explain my view on something. This has come up in conversation recently-and to be honest, it did upset me, just a little bit.


“Autism is not a problem. It does not need to be cured. It does not need to be altered. It does not need to be edited, changed, improved upon.” Sounds a simple manifesto, almost a mantra, doesn’t it? It’s what I try to stick to, and talk about-be it through my blog, to if people ask me questions, etc.

Since being diagnosed in January 2015-seems a long time ago, doesn’t it?-there has been some mixed reactions. People are seemingly reluctant to be my friend anymore, in spite of the fact I haven’t changed, not really. For others, it slotted into place a puzzle that had finally been solved. To others, it ostensibly gave them the excuse, even apparent legitimacy (!) to be horrible to me. Others haven’t cared in the slightest-I’m still just plain Lydia to them.

I do struggle sometimes, I’ll freely admit it. I cannot read the emotions that anyone’s face plays out daily, neither can I read a social situation. I cannot make friends very easily. I do not keep a friendship very easily. People my own age are so hard to talk to at the best of times. My interests can be perceived as obsessive, boring, even dull and mundane. Other people sometimes do not know how to talk to me. I have problems with my environment-such as loud noises, some sensations, etc. Keep organised can be an issue. Eye contact doesn’t always work.

But I’m sick of having to see my Aspergers as ‘the problem’, ‘the hindrance’, ‘a trouble’, ‘weakness’.

Sometimes it seems that society isn’t as accepting-just some pockets, tiny areas. And I’m tired of having to care what they think about me. It’s moments when I’m told by people that they don’t care is when I feel happy, at peace almost, with my ASD. They accept me in spite of what others see as something terrible.

The problem is that Autism is seen as a weakness, when its hallmarks have the potential to give us better abilities, thus allowing us to achieve greater things.

(This is a paragraph merely meant to illustrate, not to boast, to prove my point.) By the age of eighteen, I have built this blog-which I regard as being something to be proud of, interviewed Anastacia, met Queen Extravaganza and interviewed them, seen Derren Brown give a book talk, spoken at Portcullis house, become a Columnist, made a front cover of my local magazine, met Brian May (he’s my hero!), and made friends along the way. I’m also still getting my qualifications also.

For anyone reading this who has been recently diagnosed, or thinks that they may be in the spectrum; please do not be afraid. Autism is not something scary, devilish, or to be feared. We should embrace it, use it as an advantage. We are capable of achieving far more than we can know, simply by utilising these traits that put us on the Doctor’s spectrum of people. We are people, and we care as much as anyone else. Hold your head up high, and tell yourself daily, “these are the people that are going to watch me run. I can do anything I wish, and I have nothing to loose”.

Lydia

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Let’s Have An Honest Chat About Aspergers Sydrome. (A note to fellow Aspergians like me…)

Let’s just have an honest chat, shall we? From the ‘aspergic’ blogger whose blog you’ve been reading, to you, the presumably neurotypical reader. (Or maybe you’re a fellow ‘Aspergian’-in that case, welcome! You are among friends here 😃)

Having Aspergers Sydrome is hard; over on Twitter, I saw one parent saying that her son refers to it as “my trouble”. The problem is that we are often in our own worlds-the comforting place inside our heads, where we can escape, almost. It’s the outside world that intrudes in, I feel-those sudden load noises, horrible sensations, and not understanding what your classmates are trying to convey. (Believe me, it is so difficult. And although I could probably count my friends on both hands, it is those that be deciphered that are scary.)

Questions are hard to interpret.

Conversation is hard to maintain.

Noise is hard to bare.

Sticking to the social code is hard.

And that’s just the beginning.

Aspergers is something complex, complicated, but at its core it’s caring; all the ‘aspergic’ people I have met are some of the most brilliant minds there are. They care in different ways for you. And they are so incredibly loyal. These are the people that I take strength from, and who this post is on tribute to. They are the best in human nature.

And if you’re reading this, as a fellow ‘Aspergian’, I want you to know that you aren’t as ‘bad’ as sometimes made out to be; you have so much potential, and the ability to move to a higher plane. Forget these so called popularity contests at schools-they don’t reflect the real world. Keep your friends close. And you’ll be fine 😁

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Frustrations of being an Aspergic teenager. 

Disclaimer: This post is entirely subjective to my own opinions, and own hallmarks of the spectrum of ASD. I do not claim to be a Doctor or medical professional. Rather, this post is just my opinion, not intended as a guide or advisory. I cannot take responsibility for anything that happens as a result of this post being misconstrueded or misused. 

For all of my posts relating to ASD, and my personal observations of my version of Aspergers Sydrome, I’ve tried to strike a positive spin on the issues discussed. I’ve had to, really; I would b a very different indurvidual otherwise. Similarly, I’m in opposition to negative perceptions of ASD; here are a group of often marginalised indurviduals, who have so much potential. Why leave them behind, lost in broken systems?


Anyway, I digress.

I was a teenager when diagnosed; I still am. At times I’ve become really frustrated, though; often through lack of understanding, I have sometimes felt sidelined. (This is now the rarity-being open about my social impairment has worked better and in my favour, in educational instutions.) 

Social. 

Back in 2015, it was not a surprise to me to have a diagnosis on paper. I think the main characteristic attributed to me was ‘eccentric’ whilst at secondary school; but really, that was just my Aspergers manifesting itself. But socially, it has had a big impact.

Making friends is really hard for me. The simple reason as to why is that I cannot always identify what you’re trying to tell me by your face; humans are more nuanced than just the basic happy vs sad notion. This is really frustrating; I make mistakes, yet did and still feel lonely at the best of times.

Communication is also a problem. Taking the face facet I just mentioned-that mollifies conversation at times. I can chat easily to people considered ‘adults’-lecturers, parents, editors. But to chat to my classmates easily? I find that really difficult. I’m probably more likely to say something perceived as inappropriate, stammer, apologise, and repeat the same pattern. 

People can also be really confusing-are you being sarcastic, genuine? Why did you decide to ignore me? What gave you permission to mock my dress sense? Why do you care so much about popularity? Why are teasing me? Is that supposed to be funny?

See. These I’ll never be able to answer.

I also rarely get to talk about my special interests; it is always boys/cosmetics/hair/homework. With Trump and Brexit, there was a little bit of political discussion-yet with levels of apathy, it seemed a little bit pointless. I want to talk about Jacqueline Kennedy, World War Two history, the prime minister, Feminism, poetry, Rock opera, blogging, etc. This hasn’t happened yet.

Sound.

If I can control it, that’s fine.

As somebody who wishes to be a Journalist, potentially specialising in music, this is probably a bit of a contradiction; I could sit through a Rock concert, yet become very agitated at something as mundane as cutlery clunking against a china worktop. (Ugh!) Some noise can overwhelm my brain; I’m still working on a way to define it-the sharp, shocking, strange noises that overwhelm me. 

This is frustrating in a classroom-all the voices floating around!

But in transit round places; I was called out, told “it’s not that noisy”, when travelling round with other students getting to lessons. (I had my hands clamped to my ears, just wanting to block it all out.) It’s overwhelming to me. To be honest, at times I’ve wanted to cry. I can’t work as well, my speech becomes tangled in my throat, and I stim. (For bullies, this has been a signal, almost a target.)

I love the sound that voices make in musics; whether it’s Phil Collins singing Mamma, Freddie Mercury singing Tear It Up, or Anastacia singing I Dreamed Of You, these voices calm my brain. (Even Carly Simon-All I Want Is You.) They are different to the sudden noises that shock my brain.

Stimming.

How to define stimming? 

Whenever under stress-a change in stimuli, environment, etc-it is a movement carried out repeatedly, aiming at being something calming. For me, I slap the outside of my legs. A I can also tap. (Rocking back and forth on the toes seems to be the main one.)

I wish I had a different response to changes in stimuli, environment, etc; I get stared at, people suggesting that what I’m doing is wrong facially. 

Stimming is alright to music; I’ve since learnt that any beat seemingly covers it up. It looks like you’re tapping along to the beat. Although I feel that this should not have to be the case.

But….

Here comes the positive spin.

Of all the people I have met with either Autism or Aspergers Sydrome, none of them have been dull or boring. These are the larger-than-life characters that I wish to mirror. They don’t fit into a mold. They are colourful characters intent on being their own indurvidual.

Without Aspergers Sydrome, I highly doubt that I would have been able to achieve any of the things that I have. Prior to the age of eighteen, I’ve seen Queen and Adam Lambert in concert, interviewed Anastacia, built this little blog, scored a column with my local paper, met Brian May, reviewed albums prior to release, seen Lissie live in concert, spoken at Portcullis house, interviewed Jodi Picoult, and met Derren Brown.

It’s a message I wish to include in my novel; I identify as the ‘little proffesor’ that Hans Asperger identified. (Aspergers Sydrome is named after him.) In spite of the frustrations and restrictions, I am determined to overcome. And you’re going to watch me run.

Lydia

XO