Yesterday, I experienced a profound revelation about myself and why conversation can be so difficult, and it came from an allistic.
Do the following sentences make sense to you?
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.
In reading the blogs of others on the spectrum, I’ve come to find that we can be rather resourceful individuals.
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.
Greetings all. Welcome to post #2. This shall be the first in what I hope to be a recurring feature on the blog: The Obsession Corner! (I had considered naming it the Obsession Spotlight, but I hate spotlights and love corners, so here we go!)
Anyway, we all know, those on the spectrum have interests that are unique in terms of focus and/or intensity. In this feature I will talk about obsession in general, and enumerate the details of my own obsessions over the years. In addition, I gladly invite anyone on the spectrum to completely skip what I’ve written if they get bored and leave a comment talking about their own special interests, as I know how unpleasant it can be when you’re unable to talk about it. The Obsession Corner is intended to be a safe haven for such longed-for expression. As long as you keep it clean and positive, feel free to ramble on!
Now, without further ado, what’s with the rainbow letters I talk about in the header?