Congratulations! It's Asperger Syndrome
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This autobiographical account of a New Zealand woman's life with Asperger Syndrome a milder form of autism reflects on the puzzling symptoms that escaped diagnosis until age 43. Birch discusses how the developmental disorder affected her cognition, identity and boundary issues, and friendships, and
interests which no one else shared. 50 Congratulations! It’s Asperger Syndrome In my teen and young adult days, a popular saying was “Be yourself.” There was a problem, however, if you could not work out what your “self ” was; and an additional difficulty if your “self ” was something which other people found too weird, so that you did not fit in to any circle. These were extra matters that I had to deal with. Later on in life, I was again exhorted to “be yourself,” but, paradoxically, this
and started holding her arms out for a hug. Inside him laughed in joy as he murmured, “Yes, thank you,” smothered against her. Ah, it was this same print but in yellow, he remembered, when I last saw this material. On Mum. In his room he had wires set up, and tin cans. Luckily there was already a nail in the wall, and a hook in the ceiling. If I twist this bit of rubber around here, maybe it’ll work… No. Maybe this other way. He bit his lip as he experimented. I’ll just get another piece of wood.
age, do you, Raf ?” said Aunty Hazel. “I’d like to see your heaven and earth, your light and dark in a bit more equilibrium than they are now. You know that book I gave you.” Turning to Uncle Colin she added, “At least since he’s been with us he’s had balanced meals. Even if that’s the only balanced thing about him.” Raf recalled the first time he told someone – wearing good clothes at an important function – what his aunty did for a living. “She’s a Yin-Yang Professor, and before it became a
keep upsetting things around here? How am I supposed to keep my own equilibrium that I need for my work?” His entrails went cold inside him from hurt and fear. Then they must have shut the living room door, for all was too muffled after that. 108 Congratulations! It’s Asperger Syndrome Next morning they all slept in as it was Saturday. Raf went quietly to the kitchen and gave Tex half a weet-bix to keep him quiet. He measured out the rolled oats and put the pot on the stove. He tried this way
Tonight I’ll gift-wrap the African violet – tomorrow is the day to give it to her. So now that he was on the azure wooden doorstep, why was he trembling? His body knew already what his heart and soul had yet to accept: that there would be no more Green made, not ever again. Chapter 12 The Psychiatric Hospital All names have been either changed or deleted. International publishing law prohibits the use of certain data, so I am limited in the details I can give here. I was an inpatient in a New