The first time I heard the word "Asperger's" I was in the old AOL Christian chat room many years ago. A young mother, Lori, used the word; she thought perhaps one of her children might have the syndrome, I believe. Of course I googled it at the time and and learned that it is a mild form of autism. I really didn't give it any more thought.
Three years ago my daughter mentioned her favorite television show, "Parenthood", and I began watching the series. One of the main characters is Max, a boy diagnosed with autism, and I learned more about Asperger's syndrome by watching the show. By the way, everything I've read says that Max does a perfect portrayal of a child with autism.
Later on, an adult character, Hank, read a book about Asperger's and decided he might have it. I'm not sure if it was ever definitely settled on the show, but with Hank's portrayal, I began to wonder if perhaps I am afflicted to some small extent with this condition.
I realize online tests are never to be taken seriously. But this morning I took an online test to see what it would tell me about my chances of having Asperger's, and I fell into the "maybe" column.
Here are things that make me think I might be affected.
1. I have never made friends easily. As a child, I actually preferred playing alone with my imaginary friends to playing with a crowd of real children, most of whom didn't like my peculiar ways anyhow.
2. My husband is my only friend, and I'm fine with that, although I'm sure it's a burden on him.
3. I hate social situations.
4. I have to force myself to look people in the eye.
5. When I'm shopping, or in any public place, I avoid eye contact with everyone. That's why people often think I'm snooty... they see me, but I don't see them. They think I am ignoring them.
6. I often say inappropriate things to people, not intending to. I sometimes insult people without realizing it until Cliff brings it to my attention later.
The oldest grandson says I have no filters, and that my give-a-damn's busted.
Maybe I just have Asperger's.
OK, I'm seventy years old. I'm not going to go hunting for a diagnosis; I've made it this long without anybody telling me why I am like this. I've just assumed I was an introvert.
What do you think?
By the way, the test results said there is a 30% chance I have Asperger's, but that it's not likely.
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Although Cora won't be two years old until August, her mindset is now that of a two-year-old; it's as if some internal switch was turned on: She has discovered that she has opinions that don't always mesh with the opinions of people who are in charge of her. She has learned how to express those opinions in no uncertain terms. Yes, our sweet little perfect baby now throws tantrums. If she is doing something that could harm her, sometimes just saying "no" doesn't stop her. She will test our limits. If we pick her up to remove her from harm, she stiffens up her body and yells at the top of her lungs.
I ignore the tantrums and she soon stops. Cliff makes fun of her, which doesn't always stop her tantrum, but Cliff is amused... so somebody is happy, at least.
The potty training is going well. She won't poop in the potty, but if we take her to the bathroom every hour or so, she pees. The potty plays music when that happens, and I give her a Teddy Graham as a reward. I only put her in a diaper if we are going somewhere, or sometimes for her nap.
I bought a toddler set of Legos for her this week, and she and I both enjoy playing with them. She mostly just tears apart whatever creation I come up with, but she enjoys doing it. She also loves to pick up the Legos when we're done playing.
Actually, Cora likes to "help" do most anything. She helps me load and unload the dryer and the dishwasher.
She would rather run than walk.
She still loves her baby dolls. Yesterday after her nap I suggested we go outside, and she insisted on taking a doll with us.
She's learning so many things, and I enjoy teaching her stuff. She has "up" and "down" figured out. She loves to hold her finger up when we sing "This Little Light of Mine", and she likes to blow on her little light when we get to the verse that says "Don't let Satan blow it out". I've been working on teaching her "big" and "little". I thought she had learned the color blue the other day, but that didn't stick. By the next day she seemed to have forgotten it.
She will bring a book to me to read many times a day, but often I don't get past the second page before she gets down and goes for a different book.
She is saying lots of words, sometimes even two words at a time, but for some reason she refuses to call a cow anything but a "moo". Her mom got her to say cow one time, but she's never done it for me, it's always moo. And if I tell her to say cow, not moo, she grins and says "moo" again. Obviously she is messing with us.
She's a rather picky eater, but she drinks lots of milk, and I always know her parents will see that she gets plenty of nutrition when they get her home if she doesn't eat enough here, so I don't worry about it.
I have always had a problem with wintertime depression, but on the days Cora is here, it might as well be spring. She is our sunshine, the best medicine for almost anything that might ail us.