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(Note: this was an email I just sent to all friends and family. Hope it is of interest.) I have come to the conclusion that I have Asperger's Syndrome (and a chorus of multitudes cries out, "Well, duh!"). I am of two minds as to the relation between this sydrome and the celiac disease I found out I have a year and a half ago. Sometimes it seems that as the anxiety disorders caused by 45 years of starving for vitamin B12 relent, that the Asperger's (which sooner or later I'm going to call Alzheimer's. I'm not trying to make a joke; plaques on the brain cells are another side effect of celiac disease and mimic Alzheimer's and my brain is starting to go, hence the involuntary switching of similar-sounding words) seems to be getting better. The other week, I was making a couple of sandwiches for lunch (corn tortilla wraps, but "sandwich" sounds somehow less pretentious) and had an uneven number of slices of turkey. I caught myself getting ready to divide the last slice in half carefully so the sandwiches would be exactly the same size, and told myself, "John, the sandwiches don't care." This I took to be a good sign.
However, in other ways, it seems that the Asperger's is more, rather than less, in control. I used to be funny, for one thing. Or to speak more strictly (like an aspie or something), I used to want to be funny, to care about being funny, in short, to worry what other people thought. And it's the funniest thing of all, or anyway the most ironic, that what was killing me every day was what made me remotely tolerable to live with or be around. Because the anxiety disorders were what made me sufficiently eager to please that I spent almost all my energy hoping to amuse, in a sometimes successful effort to be liked, or anyway likeable.
I'm trying to regard the first 45 years as training, and want to incorporate the lessons of those years into the rest of my life. Reading the online literature about Alz--Asperger's indicates that nobody knows a hell of a lot about it, especially in the adult form. The DSM-IV, for instance, reads like copy for the Happy Fun Ball skit from SNL: Do not taunt unhappy Aspie patient, do not make him wait, do not expect him to have a sense of humor, etc. I had the strong sense that the entry was largely written by people with Asperger's who are in denial, so they basically described an autistic person so that they themselves wouldn't fit under the criteria. But maybe I'm being cynical again; after all, it couldn't be humor, could it? Another site, this one from Britain, basically said that once you're diagnosed with Asperger's, you can be happy that you have a diagnosis, but they didn't actually say anything about, you know, any treatment that might actually, you know, work. So I think I need to take it as further information about myself, something else to work on. It seems the best advice for an asp-hole like me is to try to pay attention to other people's feelings, not to assume that you understand what everyone else is thinking or feeling, not to assume that because you think you know what everyone is feeling that it is thus not necessary ever to talk about their feelings, and in general, try not be such a space alien. Which if you think about it is probably good advice for anybody (particularly space aliens).
So if anyone needs an apology from me for distantness, Martianality, coldness, aloofness, or aggressively equal-sized sandwiches, apply immediately and I'll put my heart into it. Such as it is.
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