tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794893825407092443.post8780450543448246955..comments2023-12-29T04:36:07.964-04:00Comments on Square 8: Can we talk?Bevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06766614739853100172noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794893825407092443.post-19657051832786957882015-05-18T16:59:42.652-04:002015-05-18T16:59:42.652-04:00Sometimes I feel like "don't mind me"...Sometimes I feel like "don't mind me" but then I also feel like "don't dismiss me", then, ok, read my mind won't you? Can't you see I like you? No, I'm not ignoring you. Yes, I'm still your friend. OK, time to break out the universal translator. :-T <br />xDMiguel Palaciohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02311154354365423829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794893825407092443.post-12136390091898150962007-09-19T21:55:00.000-04:002007-09-19T21:55:00.000-04:00Beautiful. And oh-so-clear. Thank you!thankyouth...Beautiful. And oh-so-clear. Thank you!<BR/><BR/>thankyouthankyouAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794893825407092443.post-45810807375106465822007-09-18T22:02:00.000-04:002007-09-18T22:02:00.000-04:00Michelle,I'd be happy to discuss that with you. Cl...Michelle,<BR/><BR/>I'd be happy to discuss that with you. Click the "email me" link near the top of the main page.Bevhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06766614739853100172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794893825407092443.post-90921108399877946172007-09-18T21:43:00.000-04:002007-09-18T21:43:00.000-04:00Wow.... this explains a lot of what my son does. I...Wow.... this explains a lot of what my son does. It also explains a lot of how I feel when I'm trying to form a friendship with someone. <BR/><BR/>Bev, can I ask you what you had to do to get your diagnosis? I have a son who's receiving services at school for autism, and he is a mini-me. I'm wondering if I'm not that far from the spectrum myself.<BR/><BR/>I enjoy reading your blog very much, especially the humorous pictures. :-)<BR/><BR/>~Michelle<BR/>beartwinsmom.wordpress.comMichelle (The Beartwinsmom)https://www.blogger.com/profile/00616812853912412483noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794893825407092443.post-48724764409002448702007-09-18T06:58:00.000-04:002007-09-18T06:58:00.000-04:00That's a lot of clicking going on here. I do that ...That's a lot of clicking going on here. I do that one a little, not as much as some other sounds. I used to work with a man who could make the loudest popping sound with his mouth. It could be very irritating, but now, from time to time, I miss it.Bevhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06766614739853100172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794893825407092443.post-24137225802975143452007-09-17T19:36:00.000-04:002007-09-17T19:36:00.000-04:00Bev, still here....still listening.I make odd soun...Bev, still here....still listening.<BR/><BR/>I make odd sounds....clicking and humming. I sway in place when I am relaxed. I try not to do it when people are around....but my staff are OK with it and seem to think that my behavior is normal. When I was little I tried to hide these behaviors but I do that less nowadays. <BR/><BR/>It is what it is.<BR/><BR/>~SarahAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794893825407092443.post-36001453131525393482007-09-17T12:14:00.000-04:002007-09-17T12:14:00.000-04:00Maybe not directly related to this post Bev, sorry...Maybe not directly related to this post Bev, sorry. I have come to like hearing autistic sounds coming from others than my son. We were camping over the weekend, and a Mom came by pushing a stroller and the boy in it was "singing" the same way as our boy. Amanda could likely describe the tone in appropriate language. I'd say a range from cooing to howling. It makes me smile knowing Ezra is not alone in this expression.Suzannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02732095611947394379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794893825407092443.post-84546859647630838872007-09-17T10:37:00.000-04:002007-09-17T10:37:00.000-04:00I have noticed myself "regressing", i.e., becoming...I have noticed myself "regressing", i.e., becoming less sociable, since I've been married to Leif. It occurs to me that my friends -- and my family especially -- are probably noticing that I'm not as socially “adept" as I managed to be for a while, and that's probably seen as a bad thing. They may even see it as me making unfair accommodations for him, since he’s more overtly uncomfortable around people than I am. But I take it as a sign that, thanks to him, I'm more comfortable in my own skin. Leif's about the first person I've been with who doesn't seem to be annoyed by (and, admittedly, the first person I've significantly let loose on with) my little repetitive song sequences and finger-peeling and face-pressing and whatnot. He even sings and flutters with me sometimes. So while I occasionally worry that I’m losing the rather Herculean social skills that I finally managed to develop and hone over the last few years or so, it occurs to me that I don’t value those skills as much as I value his companionship.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794893825407092443.post-67070044030672711632007-09-17T07:23:00.000-04:002007-09-17T07:23:00.000-04:00I have always used the second interpretation, with...I have always used the second interpretation, without the way you described number 4. <BR/>Before I knew about autism, I would think, what did I do to upset my new friend? They are so weird and cool (it's really hard to find weird friends), I should try and figure it out. <BR/><BR/>Which would make it worse. Then I would figure, maybe they will like me again one day, and I would leave them alone.<BR/><BR/>Now I think...hmmm. I wonder if it's me. Or I wonder if I should let them have some space.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794893825407092443.post-22985920291608958962007-09-16T16:51:00.000-04:002007-09-16T16:51:00.000-04:00There is a sequence that goes through my life some...There is a sequence that goes through my life sometimes when I meet someone, but I have a hard time describing it. I've tried (such as ping-pong examples), just haven't managed it yet.<BR/><BR/>Part of it in my case involves being swung back and forth <EM>in their minds</EM> between "HFA" stereotypes and "LFA" stereotypes, with them filling in all the gaps with whatever stereotype they have in their head. Then they get startled when something doesn't fit what they filled into the gaps. Then they usually either switch to the other stereotype, or get mad at me and accuse me of misleading them.<BR/><BR/>The really irritating part about that is, I kind of want to live my life, I don't want to have to explain detailed detailed stuff every time someone gets an assumption wrong, but then if I <EM>don't</EM> bother correcting them (because I really <EM>can't</EM> be bothered to correct everything anyone says to me about it) they take it as as good as agreement.<BR/><BR/>Frustrating, and I haven't figured out a good solution yet.ballastexistenzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12543037121691838783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794893825407092443.post-10315149662554140442007-09-16T13:53:00.000-04:002007-09-16T13:53:00.000-04:00It's taken me a long while to accept 5 hours of wo...It's taken me a long while to accept 5 hours of wordlessness and just the contented mouth clicks, but they're no longer irritating [most of the time] it's just the ambient measure of happiness.<BR/>Best wishesAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794893825407092443.post-28040253006659645612007-09-16T11:01:00.000-04:002007-09-16T11:01:00.000-04:00Bev, I think of your posts whenever my son clicks ...Bev, I think of your posts whenever my son clicks his tongue or make this soft rhythmic puff of air out through his nose. It helps me understand where he is and accept the noises. Thanks.Mary P Jones (MPJ)https://www.blogger.com/profile/10251787926841410344noreply@blogger.com