Rich Schull , High Functioning Autistic: A blind backwards experment on Autism.
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Old cars, things mechnical, their design repair and functioning. Darwin, Humanist, Star Track ,Alan Turing, Autism related stuff . Member Lambda Car club. Founding member of P-flag Lancaster Ohio.
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The following essay/web page was written by yours truely and professionally edited by my communication partner and best friend Doug Buhrer. Thanks to Doug's insight into me and his never ending effort, this easy to read version of the The Red Shadows is your to read and enjoy.
The Red Shadows copyright 1998 by Rich Schull
Rain Man, Alan Turing and Autism
"Rain Man" that wonderful character portrayed by Dustin Hoffman in the movie of the same name, will always be what the average person thinks of when he thinks of autism. However , while the character was autisitc, I'm "high-functioning" autistic. The difference is scary.
Typically, I get along well enough to hide what I am, but not well enough to be effective . Except in my own way.
Prior to discovery of my autism ,I had one hero: Alan Turing , father of the computer. As examined in the The Enigma by Andrew Hodges, Turing could have been a version of me and my life ,as lived in an eariler time. Like me, Turing was an inventor, a workaholic, and had a poor social life due to lack of interaction skills and social reasoning.
A Personality trait of total honesty, without beneifit of filters most people use, is common to autistics. Turing told it all ; the good ,the bad and the ugly, without regard to the consequences to himself. Being openly Gay (outed) at a time when this was unthinkable led to ostracism. Turing commited suicide in 1953.
Had he possessed the basic social skills the rest of society takes for granted, Turing would today be an acclaimed historical figure. Despite having been awarded the Officer of the British Empire medal for his distinguished service in WWII, Turing remains an historical footnote.
There are all kinds of theory, on the orgins of autism, I suscribe most to the one claiming it to be a birth defect. This theory claims that autism is a birth defect caused when the mothers immune system begins to view the fetus as a threat to the mother, in past due date situtations. I was born over a month past the due date. In theory, my mother's immune system began to view me as a threat, after the due date. Her Immune system began to logically attempt to kill the "intruder",first by attacking the nervous system and then the brain.
I was born before her body was able to destroy the fetus, but much damage had been done. This theory futher claims that the remaining functions of the nervious system are lost forever : autistically normal I am largely unable to feel physical pain.
Autism affects more boys than girls and knows no social boundries. Usually it's discovered in early childhood, when typically, the child recoils from being touched ,held ,or hugged. Additional characteristics of odd play, no real fear of danger, and a preference to be alone ,confuse even the most senstive parents. "Kranner's Syndrome" a form of autism (high functioning) and the first offical discovery of autism happened in 1948.
The following began as a picture guide for parents of autistic childern and professionals in the field. The final product has become an essay on many subjects related to life and autism. In many ways I wish I was "Rain Man" as his life seemed simpler and he didn't often come into contact with the bad side of the world.
The Discovery Process
A little over two years ago, I was able to self-diagnose my autism at the age of 34 by listening to to a program on National Public Radio. The regular feature,Fresh Air, interviewed Temple Grandin about her book, Thinking In Pictures. Instantly ,my strange life had a meaning. I suddenly realized my thought process was different: the world didn't think like me.
Unfortunately, being the oddball was now undeniable. It is not unlike "comming out" ,that sweet-and-sour moment of achieving selfawareness, but realizing the potential dangers. Having not connected myself to Autism til age 34 I in effect ran a blind backwards experment on autism. This discovery so late in life was so unusual, I felt an immediate need to share my experience with others.
As with anything not well understood, others may be suspicious of my story. This story is only from my own experience , and might not be shared by other high-functioning autistics, espically those brought up 'Labeled Autistic' in school.
I was offically diagnosed as having High-Functioning Autism in December,1997. A years struggle had passed before the official diagnosis. Initally, I approached my local MR/DD mental health center and was refered to the Ohio State University's Nisonger Center only to experience the worst medical experience of my life in terms of autism. Fortunately, I was able to use Thinking in Pictures as my guide to teach the "professionals" about autism. Without it I wouldn't have achieved the same level of progress.
Finally, with the help of dad's financial resources, I was able to see a private psychologist specializing in autism. It was relief, for once not to have have to explain autism to the "professional" . In retrospect, it's easy to see how simple the diagnostic procedure should have been. My Advise to others : look for the best professionals you can find, regardless of location or cost. You will save yourself much grief.
Even though having recieved the official diagnosis has not dramatically changed my life, at least I no longer have to expend energy trying to convince others. The official diagnosis and the knowlege it brought helps in dealing with my extreme differences from others.
There are many area in which I'm different. The primary area that I notice most are difficulties with math, some learning disability, and social interaction problems, all consided normal for an autistic. However, on the plus side , I am able to live "independantly". For Example I drive, which is considered most unusual for an autistic. There is a complete section on driving autistically further on in this reading.
The reason I am so indpendant, I feel , is because of my diagnosis late in life. Although I always knew I was different somehow, I wasn't sheltered as a child. My parents and grandparents allowed me a controlled freedom, giving me an opportunity to learn from my mistakes. An Autistic diagnosed early in life doesn't know this level of freedom. Thus learning through experience, while ignorant of my condition, gives me a unique outlook on autism I can share with you.
The Pictures of Autism
An Explanation of "pictures" is important(Remember Temple's book Thinkng in Pictures) Autistics literally "think in pictures". the non-autistics daydream may be similar in concept,except autistics literally see these thoughts.
I now understand that these pictures are not common to everyone. Upon discovering my autism, I've spent the last two years with dad trying to understand each others thought process. The difference is striking, and we still have much to learn. Using dad's thought process as a yardstick has provided me with a link from the autistic to the non-autistic world.
My style of pictures, which may be shared by other autistics, are divided into several categories:still pictures, motion pictures and picture-in-picture thoughts. A typical thought may only be one style, or a combination of the three. Any of these thoughts,thought/pictures can be enlarged to the point where they block the actual image being recieved by my eyes. The deeper,or "fuller" the thought, the greater the chance the optic image may be blocked.
All pictures regardless of style, are "real" as those viewed with my eyes. Color detail, and perspective are accurate. My pictures are never in black and white. Sleep dreams are not conscious, but my pictures are. I can control my pictures, and they relate to the reality of the moment, as it unfolds around me.
Perhaps, another explanation for the non-autistic is to imagine a sleeping dream, experienced while you were awake and fully conscious. You know, from having been suddenly awakened while dreaming, the dreams seem incredibly real while they are happening. The fact that dreams are often fantastic doesn't always impress as much as the feeling that what you experiencing seemed "real".
When you awake, you may want to share , by describing, this intense experience in words. Still you wish there was a way to communicate this fantastic experience with others. This is much like the autistic thought process.
Picture-in picture is by far my most common thought process. It's exactly the same concept as a picture-in-picture television set, where the main program your're watching fills the large screen, and the smaller box withhin the screen holds a secondary program. For me , this means my optic vision fills the large screen, and my thoughts fill the smaller screen in the corner.
As an example, the thought "Where is my coat?" would show the large screen filled with whatever I happen to be looking at during that moment. Meanwhile, the smaller thought screen, or window ,would show the coat hanging on it's peg in the stairway. If I decide to retrive my coat, I've learned it's better to focus on the vision screen. Were I to attempt to focus on the the thought picture at the same time, I would be more likely to trip or walk into a piece of furniture.
This may explain why autistics often appear to be unfocused and uncoordinated. It's simply because they are attempting to do two things at the same time. When a picture-in picture thought becomes "full-sized" it simply enlarges to replace the optic reception.
Still Pictures were the first pictures I remember . It's possible I experienced these as far back as first grade, but my earliest complete memory was from fourth grade. A reading assigment described the changing seasons, accompained by an illustration of a tree changing colors in the fall. The next day, the picture of the tree appeared long before the class again studied the book. Later, the teacher began discussing the book and the picture appeared again. Finally, we again looked at the illustration in the book, confirming the accuracy of my eariler pictures. This Left me puzzled, and gave me the sensation of having some form of extra-sensory perception.
Of course, if I'd known that this type of picture was normal for autistics, and that I was the only one in the class to "see" this picture, I'd have felt greatly relieved. As it was I tried my best to ingnore these pictures from that moment on through most of seventh grade, and thought of them as a nuisance. It would clearly be a great beneifit to autistics to have a book that could explain the process and thus relieve their anxieties.
Today, still pictures continue to be frequent, and can be in the picture-in-picture format or simply a full picture. Full size pictures usually appear as the answer to a question, as a final thought, or as a point in a thought on which I'm stuck.
Remember , if an autistic wishes to communicate his pictures to others, it must first be translated into words. Were a class on autism available , a section on translation would be important.
I ulitze at least 26 alphabetical picture "markers" as a filing system. For example , If I want to find my drywall screws, I first see the letter "D". I then focus on the picture marker for the "D" file. Finally, I focus on the picture of my drywall screws and their location in my workshop, which is also structured alphabetically.
Still pictures are especially useful when I need to data about an object. My mind enlarges a full-size image of the object I wish to study. Then, much like a laser-light pointer, I focus my "sight" to where I need additional information,say to measure the length or the angle of an object. Via another specialized verson of my still pictures, I can see the bolt streach as it is torqued (tightened) the imperfect union of two parts, or the current flowing through an eletrical circuit.
Motion pictures are the most useful of my mental pictures. They can be full-sized or in the picture-in-picture format. As these pictures completely involve my attention, I try to avoid walking, driving , or most other activites that require my conscious mind. To do otherwise risks causing an accident. To avoid motion pictures, or pictures in general, I simply don't think about something too deeply. I suspect only 30% of my thoughts would be "normal" without pictures.
In particular, history questions or subjects almost guarantee the start of a motion picture.The pictures can drift back in time ,hold for a partial translation, start again for additional information, hold again for another partial translation , and then these thoughts can be compiled for a verbal answer. The non-autistic is able to simply gather an answer with ease.
Motion pictures as described in Thinking in Pictures, can be compaired to operating a VCR on fast foward or rewind. Future events can be predicted using motion pictures. For example, While Driving I am able to measure the the speed and the action of drivers ,their possible moves, and the reactions they might cause. Typically , I try to avoid moton pictures while driving the verson refered to here is a "lite" driving mode picture.
My first motion picture is unforgetable. Our Science teacher (8th grade) finshed a lecture stating light is not necessary product of combustion,because you can't see inside the engine anyway. I wanted to respond that it was necessary, for I was "seeing" the cumbustion inside of an engine. My viewpoint was as if I was setting on the edge of a piston, riding it up and down,and watching the valves open and close. Even the details were complete: the type of metal used in the engine,and the poor combustion of this particular engine in my picture.
Fortunately, I refrained from making any statement. My reputation for being strange didn't grow stronger: at least not on that day. From then on I started paying attention to my pictures,all of them.
Translating Pictures
The autistic has great difficulty relating his or her pictures to others. Not only is the level of detail hard to describe, but we mistakenly assume that the non-autistic thinks like us. Almost every word to us can be the equivelent to a chapter in a book for the non-autistc. I'll bet some of my "key " words can have 30-40 pictures associated with them,most of the time all versions need sorted through. Our impression may be the non-autistic listener doesn't care or is ignoring the conversation. The certainty of an autistic regarding their pictures is total.
Being of a mechanical nature , my pictures are geared toward the mechanical nature in me. My pictures can convince me of a defect in bolt threads , the less than perfect connection of two parts, or a reversed part connection, none of which may be visble to the eye. Attempting to share this conviction with the non-autistic can be an exercise in frustration.
I'm still learning to remind myself that my thought process is different from others . A conscious approach to reach people at their own level is the only way I can successfully communicate with others.
A simple question can send me into the depths of analysis. In third grade, dad asked me how a light switch worked. My response was to describe electron flow through a circuit. While the response may have been correct, it was clearly inappropriate in a non-autistic world. Maybe this is where the the idea of the 'little professor' comes from , a comment often said of high functioning autistics. A simple answer was all that was required and the autistic not knowing the world is different simply gave a diseration of his normal thought.
Remember the old saying," a picture is worth a thousand words?" If this is true, imagine the difficulity you'd have processing thousands of pictures per day, and the quanity of words needed to translate those pictures. It is no wonder an autistic becomes overwelmed ,often reacting with frustration and anger. A typical response for parents is to slow down the autistic child with medication.
A casual reference to a past holiday could trigger an avalanche of pictures to an autistic. The autistic might respond, again inappropriately, about an inedible cake served during that holiday. He might reminise about the antics of a now- disgraced relative. Not out of ill will, but because the autistic doesn't understand that these memories could be painful to others. The autistic was simply processing pictures and reporting their content.
Today ,I make a conscious attempt to add one step to this translation process. You might think of it as a "filter program". If the pictures subject matter is inappropriate, I outline the subject in RED . I've trained myself not to translate into words any subject with a red shadow. This is where the name of this web site came from my, Red Shadow translation process.
These complicated translations obviously create a communication impass between the autistic and the non-autistic. The autistic is often angry, beliving the non-autistic is showing indifference or lack of respect. The non-autistic,meanwhile may be hurt by the unwitting remarks made by the autisic, instillling distrust. Or ,the overwhealming detail of an autistic's response may leave the non-autistic unwilling to distill the data into an understandable form. It is no wonder that autistic has trouble communicating.
Perhaps ,driven by a desire to communicate better, many autistic's study foreign languages or become espically adept at their native tongue. Sadily, despite the "language advantage" many eventually quit trying and live their lives as if in a holding pattern. The best of writing and speaking skills have a hard time overcoming the thoughts of autism.
To make things worse ,an autistic may find it hard to follow the rules of "polite" society ,due to the lack of emotion and the inability to empathize with other peoples thoughts and feelings. The built in "filtering" mechanism most take for granted isn't there. It may bother some people when a friend or realative is discovered to have an interracial relationship, announces he is Gay or checks into a hospital for emotional trouble. As long as, this relative or friend is still a good person, these things will not bother me. However voicing opinions different from the rest one's tribe can cause an autistic to be ostracized.
As you might expect only so much information can be processed at one time. When to much happens an overload occurs. Triggers,include noise , many thoughts requiring rapid processing, or a quickly-changing surrounding. An indivual or combnation of triggers can cause the ulitmate short-circuit. During overload the thought picture becomes like"snow" you'd see on a T.V. tuned to an inoperable channel. Noise, even from a loud radio nearby, simply fades to nothing. Seconds later ,vision and hearing return to "normal".
I find I can tolerate crowds to around 15 people once in awhile providing I know most of them and I wear a q-tip in one ear to reduce the noise to process. Strangers and lots of action such as moving arms ,pointing fingers and people moving about ,instead of seated for certain provoke an overload. Add a high pitched voice or tone to this mixture and I'll jump a foot or two.
Pain-What is That?
If I could have one wish I'd wish to feel pain in the normal way the rest of the population does. For once I'd be able to avoid injury since I'd have mother natures early warning system and doctor's visits might be closer to normal.
A typical office visit is indeed the odd experience as the 1-10 pain scale is useless and the highest I ever felt is 2. I found over the years my "2" is actually a normal persons "8" Nowday 's whenever I feel the first hint of pain I realize ,or something 'odd', I instantly pay attention to it. The deeper in my body the pain is the harder it is to detect. If the doctor pushes and probes in a normal fashion I feel nothing. However if the doctor gently rubs the surface of the skin I actually have the best chance of feeling something ,even something deep at times.
Before I realized I was autistic, I had knee sugery on a "squished" joint that was injured due to improper bicycling (riding in the wrong gear). I never felt the pain when riding that would have told me to 'ease-up' nor afterwards when the the knee was swelled so bad it couldn't be bent, still it really didn't hurt. The Doctor commented it was one of the worst knees he had ever seen. The day of the operation I walked with "ease" out of the hospital. Three days later when I returned for a follow up visit the Doctor nearly fell over when I walked into his office without crutches or pain. In fact ,he was amazed, I should have been to.
A dear parent of an autistic child I know ,tells me of his dis-located hip. It was shock to her as well as him, and it only became evident when he said,"mom I can't get up". It had to be simply a 'trip' to discover that injury and yet know nothing of it or how it might have happened.
Autistically speaking , a period of ill health illustrates a common trait of autistics. I was "kicked" out of the emergency room for the 4-5 time in two weeks. Each time I went in suffering from shock. Test and theories failed to diagnose my problem,as I showed no reacation to the exams. Punching ,poking and pulling , the fleet of doctor and nurses couldn't deterime the afflicted area.Their test were predicted on the belief that I'd show pain when they found the injured area.
Finally, I'd quit work as I no longer could preform the physical tasks required. Walking on canes and crutches I went searching while I still had a savings account. Again, a variety of doctors and hospitals proved clueless as to the diagnosis. Finally, two months after the emergency room visit my four inch hernia became obvious even to me.
Although now visible , the doctors could probe it with their fingers and I showed no reaction. Except ,if the exam was too rigorous, I'd exhibit shock symptoms ,sometimes instantly or hours later. The day of sugery I felt compelled to trace the area with a magic marker to be certain the surgeon could repair the right spot.
It was an interesting learning experience. Many factors ,including inability to experience pain (opposite of what medicine is taught to expect) and my poor communication skills ,guaranteed an ineffective medical solution. The sugery was insufficient, and my hernia returned. (Technically it might be classified as a mucle wall tear.)
I now wear medical Id tags stating "autism disorder W/H high pain tolerance,needs communication partner". I think it is a great idea for other autisics to wear ID tags as well. Short of an obvious broken "something" or blood sputing were liable to be mis- treated or considered not injured.
I haven't taken 30 asprin in my life,and even after surgery I only required three pain pills. I often sprain an ankle,only realizing it when I remove my shoe later and the black-and-blue swollen ankle is visable, til then I was oblivious to it. I have to retrace my steps through out the day to figure how it might have happened.
As I study my early days as an auto mechanic, I frequently recall breaking nuts and bolts due to over-tightening . It became necessary for me to always use a torque wrench, and I began to train myself to "feel" the apporiate amount of tightening. Checking my previous work, I discovered the nuts and bolts I didn't break were consistently over torqued by 20 to 30 FT.Lbs. . This lack of sensory perception may be related to my inability to feel pain. I suspect my tactile sensory perception may be only 60% ,compaired to that of the average person.
My inability to feel pain was handy though, during "back porch surgery" . The first hernia operation failed . I assumed I was healed and engauged in strenuous activity far to quickly following the surgery. The 'hernia' again split open and I was unable again, to walk or stand. Since it was unlikely medicad would again authorize the same sugery in less than than six months, I was able to locate a kind soul willing to sew me back up, with out beneifit of anesthesia. Although clearly not the ideal situation, I was at least able to walk again.
Mental Health
My experiece with the mental health profession has been as dismal as my experience with physicians.Many professionals admitted they knew nothing of autism. I ended up teaching many MR/DD professionals quite a bit about the subject.
My worst experience was with a central ohio based university , who claimed to be 'experts' on autism. Mt two visits there were counterproductive and physically dangerous, due to inappropraite physical exams. "We like to get paid for our work." is how their diagnosis ended . The university suggested my autism was delusional, and perhaps if I had more social outlets, including attending church, my problems would disappear. Had they actually read the MR/DD reports about me as they claimed they had, they would have never made such flippant remarks. After that experience there,I really have some questions regarding the professional manner of the place, espically in lite of the fact most of their clients are "mentally-ill" and thus their opinion is discounted.
Fortunately, as mentioned eariler ,we finally located a mental health professional who really understood autism. It was not cheap, but this psychologist restored my faith in the mental health field. Even with an experienced professional though, communication wasn't always easy. The health sciences still a lot to learn about autism.
Autistic Driving
My first advise to an autistic person who wishs to drive is to have his or her eyes tested for color blindness. As a beginner driver I was involved in many more accidents than the average beginner. Consistently, I seemed to be having problems with red or brown cars or other objects. Although, I did have the ability to see these colors,it was below the average persons ability.
A non-autistic driver would probably not have been bothered by my slight problem with reds and browns. For an autistic driver however, where the processing is slightly slower, even a small disability can be serious. I've now trained my self to look for these colors,and reds and browns no longer give me grief.
Another distracting factor while driving was the car radio. I found I became a safer ,more alert driver by leaving the radio turned off. Remember ,these discoveries were made before I was diagnosed autistic. Another "trick" was a super insulated car ,I added extra insulation to the door panels roof etc all making for a quiet Lincoln ,,,,in a Festiva. The quiet really makes driving a pleasure.
Fortunately for me, growing up in the country gave me pleanty of learning opportunities. The relative safety and slower speed of tractors ,riding mowers and go-carts help familiarize me with motorized vehicles. Even riding a bike helped adjust me to movement and motion. Also ,lightly-traveled country roads made an easier transition for me when I began driving cars. The heavy traffic of any large urban area can be daunting even for the non-autistic driver, but it is doable. I always comment to Tony 'the autistic driver down under' that if he learned to drive on the wrong side of the road,,,,,,? Of course, the comment is returned.
My experience as an autistic driver is that normal everyday driving is not a problem. Most of my driving is done in the country and not for pleasure . Once in awhile I'll take a pleasure cruise in my antique car. Autistic driving need not be difficult ,providing the distractions are kept to a minimum. That means no radio or talking passengers and in fact I ask my passingers to ride quietly except when giving directions or warnings.
While driving I live by the "5 second rule" . If my vision detours to a mental picture , I force my self to return to optical vision . Still to this day the spinning wheels of a passing truck are most 'interesting' proving I guess, we never totally get over spinning things : I make an effort to keep my attentions on the road .
Since deep thought can distract any driver ,but especially an autistic, I avoid deep thoughts that might lead to mental pictures. Night driving helps as there is less information to process. Other drivers are more obvious to me against a dark, featureless background, and thus I am better able to anticipate their moves.
When traveling to new destinations ,I will often memorize the names of streets and the general layout of the area map before starting out. I focus on street numbers a lot more than directions, like, "Turn Right at the big tree". Street no's are at least ordered if not always easy to spot. I also memorize the names of the streets I will be crossing and which one to turn on.
With my driving self-analyisis and the use of the autisic driving standards,I feel quite comfortable driving. Autisitcs who must work harder to focus, may very well be better drivers than non-autisic drivers who attempt to juggle a number of activities while driving. Travel any freeway during rush hour,and it is not unusaual to see drivers sipping coffee, chating on their phone,applying make-up,reading a map, yelling at the kids,singing along with the radio, flicking their cigarette ash out the window, or attempting to prevent their dog from jumping from seat to seat. The autisitc driver knows better.
Since I discovered my color blindness, I've not had a accident. Thanks to my pictures I was able to avoid one .
A driver whose attention was distracted by an accident ran a light and I was directly in her path. I let my pictures develop, with the point of view, being above the traffic looking down. My mind was caculating the angle of the approaching car to mine, where the inpact would occur,and the potientail severity of the impact. I found the results unsatisfactory.
Every time the wheels locked up in my picture, as would happen if I slammed on the brakes, the results became worse as the cars continued forward. The wheels continuning to spin offered the greatest control. Thus ,contrary to hitting the brakes as most would have done, I pressed hard on the gas pedal.
The most control I could have over the inpending accident was to attempt to locate the car differntly than would have been possible by using the brakes. I caculated that even if I was hit ,the resulting collision would be relitvely minor. The accident was narrowly avoided. There was enough on demand power to move me out of harms way. the only casuality was the drivetrain's differential, which then with 230,000 miles of wear was unable to sustain the sudden burst of power. I did not complain.
School and College
No one should have this much fun in day-to -day living, (i'm being sarcastic). When people ask, how are you?" my honest reply is "about half" .After all, I guess that my feelings and sensations are about half of those of the non-autistic.
At times I'm both death and blind when mental overload is occuring, the remaining feelings and sensations I'm left with are overactive. Remember the autisitcs overactive senses . He may not be able to tolerate certain clothing becauses it scratches and causes over stimulation. The few sensations an autisitc feels are only 'skin deep' and very effective. (thankfully, I grew some amt. of body hair and that helped a lot). Already on 'pins and needles' having only been dressed, now add loud irritating noises . They might be from a hair dryer, squealing brakes from a passing school bus, or the crunch of the breakfast cereal as he chews. A scenario as simple as this could lead to sensory overload and loss of optical vision.
Then add the fun of language subleties and communication skill. Many words have multiple meanings. Imagine the mental pictures a simple word like "bank " can create. Is that the First National Bank? A river bank? My piggy bank? or are you refering to a plane turing ,or "banking?"Even though I understand the many meaning of the word "Bank" every meaning must be sorted through each time the word is used. This is true for everyone, but what is automatic for non-autisics is a time consuming chore for autisitcs. And you wonder why we don't understand jokes or have a developed emotional state? Were too busy figuring out what you said ,not how you said it.
For years I was confused when Mom would ask, the way moms do. "Are you going to be an engineer when you grow up?" Although I knew she wasn't refering to the job of piloting a train, it was years before I figured out the alternate meaning she intended.
As you might guess,school was horrible,but I was in normal classes and from kindergarden through college I had trouble. My grades through out school ranged from A's to F's and by high school tutors were as common as school itself. I ended up taking several classes twice and math was horrible.
Our first real "unnoticed" clue was in kindergarden when I couldn't skip .And then in 7 th grade with the start of gym clases I couldn't run without falling over or do jumping jacks. I thankfully was known as "flash" in appreciation of my lack of, running skill. I'm glad a name did't get a name created for my jumping jacks.
School did have it comforting moments,like the fluorescent light on cloudy days, I really enjoyed watching and 'riding' the gentle tide of light as they cycled. The room actually got lighter and darker in a constant pattern. The average person never notices this but for some reason autistcs can see this cycle change. (nowdays most lights are phased and the cycle change is not there to notice.) My last two years of high school were special as I went to a vocational school for drafting and had a 16 year olds pardiase: I had to drive to school as no bus service was offered. I learned more about life just driving to school than I ever did about life in school. Where else would one learn to drive without brakes, or learn to call others for help, as happened when the car quit running again and again.
Another point of school was the coming out process. Looking back I'm glad I was autistic as that kept my attention sufficently controlled that I never worried about the social ascpects of life. I did notice however while the boys were noticing the girls I was noticing the boys even in sixth grade.
I never really came out til I was in my 20's but knew from the start I was gay. That conflict sometimes made for some strife in the sense that if I were really "ok" how come I couldn't see any charm in a woman?
College was really my ulitmate "something" I found I did very good in my major but socially, and otherwise I had some "magic moments". I finally gave up on college after trying chemisry four times and despite the help of some wonderful tutors it just wasn't meant to be. I understand the basics of chemistry : likes disolve likes ,don't mix certain things together and heat and cold effect lots of things an reacations but, if I have to figure out the formulas and the math that make it happen and I'm lost.
In the end I have completed normal high scholl and I'm short the college degree thanks to the chemistry troubles. If all works out well I eventually pass chemistry ,as since the orginal efforts I 've developed a system that puts all my thoughts in A-B-C order,an advantage.
Questioning Reality
Thankfully, my life isn't bad. Living "independently" at home is so much better than the alternative. the world is understandable enough so that I can cope ,with the aid of lot's of understanding friends. A recent social security claim was dismissed as I was not bad enough ,so that I wasn't able to work part-time in fast food one day per week. This it seems is the standard for disability these days. Even though I tested very badly in many area's ,I 'm a little late according to a social security worker who said ,"not all that long ago I'd been approved"
Even though I never have moved out life is pointing that direction as soon as I finally get the medical problems solved. A pole barn with living quarters in part of it will be home. Although it might never be a 'model home' to some peoples standards I could be happy there.
As for earning a living,my first love is being an auto mechanic. Unfortunately, my desire for problem solving and poor social skills do not mesh well with the business needs and the fellow employees one finds in a typical repair shop. Typically, shops make money by replacing parts, not by diagnosing and solving problems. While a customer may be willing to pay $300 to replace an expensive part, he is unlikely to to pay a mechanic $300 dollars in time spent to track down and replace a .5 cent part. This strikes me as the wrong approach ,in direct opposition to what is expected of today's mechanics.
A good illustration of my mechanical aptitude is my daily driver , a 79 Mecury with over 250,000 miles. It still runs perfectly on it's orginal computer and carburetor. When rear brake parts were no longer available,I custom designed and built a 4 wheel disc brake system that has preformed perfectly for some 4 years and 50,000 miles.
To keep the motor going,I installed an eletric vacuum pump. Think of it as a mechanical version of C.P.R. for a car's engine. Motors are nothing more than gasoline fired vacuum pumps, anyway. The same vacuum that keeps a plane in mid-air and makes a vacuum cleaner run is what keeps a motor going. However you might as well be speaking in tongues as to try to explain this to the average mechanic.
Even Henry Ford didn't understand the first car he built as it didn't even have a carburetor, rather it just had a piece of pipe in which gasoline was poured into. Today's modern "High- Tech" marvels are really advanced Model T motors and I find if I fix the model T under the computer stuff ,the computers will fix them selves. Look at all the engineering that is in the computers, It is twice that of the engine and typically the better something is engineered the less likely it is to cause trouble. To put another way "It's the cheap stuff first".
In reality a shop is no place for some one autistc, I was always in trouble. I consistantly being yelled at or physically being pulled away from some danger ,like a car on a lift being lowered. I was unknown to me looking at my pictures or possibly experiencing overload ,it is a wonder I didn't get hurt or hurt some one else.
In one shop I worked in I had developed a cure for a problem that afflicted an entire fleet of new vechicles, at times the entire fleet was dis- abled. The broken fan belts were as common as ants at a picnic and the top mechanic finally cured the problem by replacing the belts once a week . I developed a simple test that simply read the wear
pattern. From there it was easy to see what needed revised to make the fleet run. My cure was hardly believed,except in the fact that it worked. Had my official title not been bus washer, and I'd been straight I'd be a "saint".As they seen it I was a "faggot who could only do a basket of flowers" . I'm told the mangement and the top mechanic pocketed a large bonus on my plagerized work.
Future employment is still undecided at the moment but whatever it is I' ll have a better chance at being a better employee now that I've got some experience to fall back on.
Gay and Autistic
Why would someone autistic (or anyone for that matter)""""choose""" to be Gay? Get real, it is not a choice and if it were , I'm smart enough to realize it is indeed a stupid choice to make. I 'd never wish it upon anyone to be gay.
This a quote from an article I submitted to the local press. " Regarding the prevention of Gay article in Monday's Eagle Gazette : It seems such a timid arguement: Christians embrace the science that makes possible ,life saving operations. Further ,they will put up with the wizardly of laser surgery,cat scans,x-rays and even strongly endorse DNA testing. Especially the versions used in law enforcement. All of this wonder is made possible by science, the same science that proves Gay is normal for some of the population. Yet,despite the evidence they continue to bible bash. No Wonder Edison said ,"religon is BUNK".
For those being bible bashed here in Lancaster, there is a healthy active P-flag organization, seek it out before another Gay suicide is commited in the name of religion.
Please don't confuse, P-flag