It’s that time of year, and with it come all the blue things and puzzle pieces. And with those, come the opinions of autistic people, aspies, and their neurotypical families, friends, caretakers, and beloved ones. I’d like to add my one, humble, positive opinion to the mix.
Please do not touch the Aspergians. They may bite fingers. Continue reading
In the second installment of my now-recurring feature, the Obsession Corner, I will divulge the details of my youthful infatuation with folding paper, and its connection to my awkward foray into the adolescent realm, a time in my life I am still trying to understand.
Imagine, for a moment, an individual with a special all-consuming interest. They are interested in a particular, specific event. This event is aired on TV regularly. When that happens, our individual becomes an impermeable wall of interest. All attempts to gain their attention are wasted, as the only responses garnered are harsh shushes and brief, vehement protests. Conversation is an impossibility, and even during commercial breaks, it must be kept on the topic of the program if there is to be any hope of reciprocity.