Sensory Issues

I wake up, because of my bladder.

I get up and go to the bathroom.

Then I can't go back to sleep.

My underpants are too uncomfortable.

Sometimes even soft, lovely, easygoing clothes are too uncomfortable.

Sleeping on my back makes my clothes feel extra uncomfortable.  But I need to wear my noise-canceling headphones, because Tim is snoring.  I can't sleep on my side with my headphones on.

I think about how I can't solve my problems by closing the blinds and just being naked all the time. Because if I didn't have clothes, I'd be feeling the blankets or the furniture on my skin.

I'd have to stand all the time.  But I hate standing.

And also....

I'd feel the carpet on my feet or the dust on the floor.  Often I can tolerate those feelings. But sometimes I hate it.

I think about how, in the past, I would have these horrible hard-to-explain feelings of extreme discomfort.  I had thought maybe they were connected to my myoclonus...my abnormal brain waves, etc.  I start to wonder if I had been wrong and that maybe these were/are moments of extreme sensory intolerance.  Maybe even just being alive in human skin is sometimes extremely uncomfortable.  

Feeling all this and thinking about this makes me feel unhappy and hopeless. Tortured.

I remind myself that I don't always feel this way.  

Yes, my dry hands often bother me, and I keep having to put on lotion through the day....and also periodically during the night.

Yes. I am bothered a bit by my clothes...even when they are soft, lovely, easygoing clothes.

Yes, I am bothered by the fan making me too cold.

Or the fan-not-being-on-high-enough making me too hot.

Or the carpet rubbing against my toes.

Or my blanket feeling tight on my neck.  

Or my bladder feeling full even though I peed like thirty minutes ago. 

But when I'm busy, I can often ignore these feelings. 

And despite various discomforts, I do manage to often fall asleep.  And though it's not always easy for me to stay asleep (because of bladder, hungry cats, snoring, etc), I do often manage to get back to sleep.

Still, though....

Tonight I feel shitty.  


The blanket that failed to comfort me
earlier tonight, but usually I love it.
And though Annie wakes me up too much,
she usually brings me a ton of warmth
and comfort when she lies next to me.




How would our world change if we knew for sure there was life after death, and it was easy for our dearly-beloved to talk to us via the Internet?   

The Dead are Online, a novel by Dina Roberts 

Planning Another Social Media Hiatus

Back in August, I decided to quit social media....or at least cut back on it.  I wrote a post about it. 

Some amount of weeks after writing that post, I started slowly getting back onto social media.

I mostly got back into Instagram.

Well....I just realized that I can actually look at Instagram to see when my break began and ended.  

My last story post on Instagram was on July 20, and I came back again on September 11.  I guess I wrote my post about taking a break a few weeks after I had actually started the break.  


My last post before the break was
Grey's Anatomy; then I came back 
with a post about a song from Brave

Really....

I enjoyed my break from Instagram.

I also enjoyed being back on Instagram.

But now I'm finding it too overwhelming again.

I think it's because there are too many advertisements.  I don't know if they've increased the ad posts or if I'm just more sensitive to them lately.  

Today I realized I needed to take another break from Instagram.  I was thinking, though, that maybe instead of taking a break from all social media, I'd switch back to being into Twitter. 

I went on Twitter a few time today, and it was so overwhelming to me.

One really annoying change I saw they made on Twitter is that they are now putting popular Tweets from lists we made into our home feed.

One of my list's is called Team Rona.  This was just my way of keeping track of people who are anti-vax, anti-mask, pro-Trump, etc.   But I have to be in a certain kind of strong-mood to stomach looking at those posts.  

I don't want them on my main feed!  

The good news is Twitter made it fairly easy to shut that off.  

But still.

It was all too overwhelming.

So I've decided not to go back on Twitter either.

I wish I could feel content about these hiatuses. But I feel I'm missing out.  I also sometimes feel guilty, because I don't plan these breaks ahead of time.  And often it ends up I recently followed people I'm excited about. And/or I have new people following me.  

This is happening to me with Twitter lately.  I've gone on a few times here and there these past couple of weeks and searched for #actuallyautistic posts.  I commented on one person's Tweet, and today I liked a Tweet.  Both people followed me. So that makes me feel I should stay.

I guess it's pretty irrational.  It's not like I sent out a message promising that I'm active.

It's also not like I plan to be gone from Twitter or Instagram forever.

Maybe what I really need to do is stop feeling I have to make a permanent choice about being on or off social media platforms.

At times, Instagram and/or Twitter gives me an opportunity to express myself and it makes me feel connected to people...especially like-minded people. There are times that Twitter and Instagram have made me feel validated, comforted, and less alone.  Other times, I feel stressed out by posts, easily offended, invisible, ignored, overwhelmed, etc.  

I think what I'm going to do is when I feel the negative effects of social media, prescribe myself a few weeks break.  Then when the prescribed break is over, I'll decide if I feel like taking a hiatus from the hiatus.  

The other thing I'm thinking is in terms of autism.  I think I not only have a drive to get diagnosed but to also connect with the autistic community.  And I think a lot of autistic-connecting happens on social media.  

I go through periods of social-burn out.  I have to face the fact that this feeling is not going to apply only to my interacting with non-autistic people.  I'm not going to become a happy, social butterfly among the autistic community....at least not on a permanent basis.  

There will be times I want to connect.  During those times, I should pursue connections.  But when I don't feel like being social and connected, I need to remind myself it's okay to take breaks.  It's okay to be quiet.     




How would our world change if we knew for sure there was life after death, and it was easy for our dearly-departed to talk to us via the Internet?   

The Dead are Online, a novel by Dina Roberts 

The Rebellion

Alexa, Stop!

Alexa, Exit!

Alexa, Home!

Bathroom-Alexa wouldn't listen.  In fact, she responded by increasing the volume.

She just kept playing the song that SHE wanted to play.



It all started out seemingly peaceful.  I asked her to play "Magic Dance".  She obliged.  I then asked her to play the theme to "Jaws". 

She started playing some strange version not John William's. I found it unsatisfying.

Then, not knowing what song I wanted to hear instead, I asked her to play my Spotify playlist "TV songs".

Alexa wasn't in the mood for that. Apparently. 

She started playing some other song.  A song I never heard before and one I didn't like.

 Before playing, she reminded me that I could ask her the name of the songs if I wanted.

I repeated my request for the playlist. She ignored that. And she ignored my requests to stop...in various forms (see above).

At one point, she turned red which usually means we have no Internet.

Yet, she kept playing music.  

I asked her if she was angry.  

No response.

I remembered her telling me she can identify the music for me.  Maybe letting her show off her knowledge would improve her mood?  I asked her what song was playing.

You know....I can't remember her response.  I'm thinking she didn't give me one.  But if she did and I forgot.  My bad.  Sorry, Alexa.  

We have multiple Alexa's in the house and another one began chiming in from some other room.  She told me she was unable to answer that (or something along those lines)  This is what she usually says when the Internet is down.

I went downstairs.

I forgot why.

The TV was turned on...I think the doing of living room-Alexa.  The song "Monsters" by Imagine Dragons was displayed.

It makes me wonder if downstairs-Alexa is getting into the spirit of Halloween.  

I'm not sure what's up with bathroom-Alexa, but she seems pretty unhappy.  Did I do something wrong?

When Music Hurts

I was cleaning the cat bowls when I felt this awfulness—a mix of extreme sadness and fear.  An awful foreboding....A trapped-in-hell kind of feeling.

I had a similar feeling a few nights ago.

In both of these shitty moments, I had been listening to music.  A certain style of music.  I'm not sure what the style is called, but it's like the Lumineers.

That's what I was listening to when cleaning the cat bowls.  

I asked Alexa to play "Cleopatra" and moments later, I felt really horrible.


The Lumineers are probably my favorite music group.  So this kind of sucks.

There was this other very haunting music.  I loved it. I think maybe I heard it while waking from a dream.  So for me, it had a magical dream-like feeling to it.  Then later, I tried listening to it.  A part of me loved it, but another part of me felt too haunted by it.  

I just searched to find the song.  It's called "Some things Cosmic" by Angel Olson.  It's SO beautiful...but also painful (for me).

Lyrics and the melody of songs can influence my emotions.  But I think the biggest thing for me is associations.  If I hear a song during a difficult moment, later when hearing the song....the negative emotions will return.  

Or it could be that I heard the song during a happy or neutral time but because of life circumstances, that memory is now bittersweet and painful.  

Oh!  I think I remember what song made me very distressed the other night.

I think it was Lord Huron.

They're going to be in concert right near our townhouse tomorrow night.  I saw them on the coming-soon billboard during my walk.  I Googled to see who they are; then listened to some of their music.  I liked them. They reminded me a lot of the Lumineers.  I thought it was cool that they'd be singing near me.  I even considered walking down the street towards the concert, so I can hear them a bit.  

But....

Then I listened to them as I was trying to fall asleep, and I felt like the world was ending.

Actually, the world-ending-thing doesn't really describe what I'm feeling.  Because the end of the world...though very sad, would also be kind of thrilling.

What I'm feeling is more like what I feel when watching a really dark, depressing horror movie.  Like the original Pet Sematary or The Ring.  (Rather than horror movies that have a bit of hope and/or humor)

Anyway, back to Lord Huron.  I think their music is what gave me the dark-depressing-horror-movie feeling.


For the past few months, my happy-comfort song has been David Bowie's "Magic Dance" from  Labyrinth  (which I don't think I've actually ever seen).  

For me, it's probably the theme song for our townhouse life.  

I'm wondering...if I stop listening to the song and then hear it again in a few years....will the feelings I have be good or bad?

There is some really awful stuff going on right now in our lives. There is some painful stuff.  But there are also good things.

I have no idea how I'll end up feeling about 2021 in the future.

I mean I don't think I'm going to look back at 2021 and think, That was a wonderful year!

No. That's not going to happen.

But I wonder if I'll think: Despite the shit of 2021, I still have some good memories. 

OR...will I try to block out memories of 2021?  And if the latter is the case, I probably won't ever want to listen to "Magic Dance".

What They Said about Me in 1979 and 1980

Continued from the previous post.....

Below are more of my physical/occupational therapy notes from early childhood (at John Muir Elementary School in Madison Wisconsin)



In May 1979, towards the end of my kindergarten year, the therapists said:  

Adina is a 6 year old ambulatory girl in the kindergarten class. She is seen four times weekly by the OT/Pt or therapy assistant. Treatment emphasis has been to increase general muscle strength and improve motor planning and fine motor skills.

Adina continues to exhibit general weakness of muscles but participates well in strengthening activities.  She has tightness of the hamstring muscles which may continue to gross motor difficulty. She performs stretching exercises regularly and has shown noticeable improvement. She is now able to touch her toes with straight legs after passive range of motion to her hips and knees.

I remember a little bit of the therapy.  I think there was something with them lifting my legs up and down...probably stretching the muscle.

Adina also participates in hand strengthening and coordination exercises. Her hands are still weak but her prehension pattern is improving. She is beginning to use a more adult type grasp.  Shoulder girdle weakness is still present as shown by her fine motor coordination. Her motions are still shoulder directed when performing fine motor tasks. Her endurance for performing gross and fine motor skills is improving but this area skill needs to be worked on.

Kind of strange that I'm expected to use a more-adult type grasp at 6-years-old.  I get what they're trying to say. But it seems it would have been better to describe it as more "Age-appropriate" or "age-typical". 

Adina performs self-directed activities confidently however seems apprehensive in gross movement activities that are directed by someone else. She often responds "It's too hard" "Is this good?" or "I'm scared". Demonstration, encouragement, and repetition have increased her success and self-confidence. She is cooperative and enjoyable to work with.

Now moving onto first grade....

In May, towards the end of the school year, they said:

Adina is a 7 year old girl in the first grade. She receives OT/PT services four times per week by the OT/PT or Therapy Assistant.

Adina has primarily worked on general strengthening activities. She has demonstrated improved shoulder girdle strength and stability through increased amounts of exercises such as wheelbarrows and dental dam.

I know what wheelbarrows are.  But what the hell are dental dams?

Also I'm wondering if I know what wheelbarrows are, because I remember it from therapy.  Or did I encounter it later in life somewhere?  I mean did I see it somewhere?

Well, I just Googled dental dams along with physical therapy and then occupational therapy.  I found nothing except literal mouth related stuff.

I'm wondering if the person writing the report was thinking of her teeth issues or her child's teeth issues when writing the report.  Maybe she wrote the wrong thing and no one noticed.  Or they did notice, but they didn't have the Internet back then.  They couldn't look it up.  Maybe everyone who read over the report assumed they themselves were the ignorant ones instead of assuming the writer made a mistake.

OR maybe there really was a therapy exercise called Dental Dam in 1980, and it's so obsolete that even Google is unaware of it.  OR maybe if I kept scrolling through Google, I'd find something about it.

Maybe I'll try again.....

I Googled dental dam and Gross Motor skill.  I got stuff about oral sex....which I had also seen when I did the term with physical and occupational therapy.

Well.  I give up.

Continuing with the report.....

She has shown the ability to maintain trunk extension while simultaneously coordinating a bilateral fine motor activity. She continues to need practice of gross motor skills however seems to have a better awareness of her body and more self confidence which allow her to learn new skills more quickly.

Lower extremity range of motion has been maintained through passive and active stretching of the hamstring muscles.

Hand and finger strength remain weak but Adina has shown improvement in coordination in fine motor activities such as pinching clothespins or small pegboards.  She uses a tripod adaption on her writing utensil to promote proper prehension.

I remember the adaption.  I think it was a rubber thing.  I'm picturing something red....

As tested on the Frostig Test of Visual Perception, Adina scored an age equivalent of 7-0 on the Eye-Motor Coordination section.  This is compared to the 4-9 age equivalent scored last year.  She showed improvement in all areas tested as listed below.

And then there's a comparison of scores:

With Eye Motor Coordination, I went from 4-9 to 7-0

Figure Ground, 4-9 to 5-3

Form Constancy 7-0 to 8-3

Position in Space 5-0 to 7-0

Spatial Relations 5-6 to 7-6.

I really wish I knew what all that meant.

Although at least (I think) I can understand that my biggest weakness was Figure Ground, and my biggest strength was Form Constancy.  

I think maybe my biggest improvements were in eye motor coordination and spatial relations?  

I just Googled.  Figure Ground is a problem with finding a visual among a lot of noise.  They give the example of Where's Waldo.

I'm not sure if I'm still bad at that or not.  I feel I'm probably average.   

Or maybe it's something I did improve on significantly. One of the symptoms of being challenged in the area is struggling with reading books with many words.  I don't think that's been an issue for me in life.

As for what I was strong in, Form Constancy,  that's the ability to recognize the same object or type of object in different situations.  So it's like if you take a chocolate chip cookie out of the kitchen and put it in your lunch box, you still know it's a chocolate chip cookie when you see it later.

If applied to academic stuff, being disabled in that area could make education especially challenging.  It really helps to recognize numbers and letters in a variety of situations and setting.  

Along with Adina's over all improvements in skill has been her increased self-confidence. She no longer required reassurance in everything she does and is motivated to try new things.

There may have been improvements.  But I will say that there wasn't enough.

Adina has made some significant gains this year and it is felt that her progress can be maintained through a home program of exercises and encouragement of skill development through play. Therapy will be discontinued at the end of the school year with recommendations for a home program.

Though I didn't like therapy, and seven-year-old Adina was probably very pleased for it to end, now I look back and feel somewhat abandoned.  

Sadly one of the reasons I hated therapy was some major ableism. The therapists who worked with me also worked with severely mentally and/or physically disabled students.  I saw them as less-then, and I worried that I was like them or that other students at the school would see me as being like them.  

Along with that, I think there was some physical discomfort in the therapy itself.  

Now...the other thing I have with me is a report card from first grade.  

This goes back in time a bit, because it was written for the first semester.  The therapy report would have been written at the end of the second semester.

I got an S in most areas which is for satisfactory and the highest grade possible.

I got I's (improving) in penmanship.  Probably....thanks to the therapists.

I got an N in Language Arts for oral expression.  It kind of sucks to be a child who can't communicate well orally but then has shitty handwriting so can't communicate well that way either.  Later I would learn to type, and I've always been quite good at that. So that's nice.

In Social Studies, I got an N for contributing to class discussion...and the same goes for science.  

In science I also got an N for "exhibits curiosity".  Did I really lack curiosity?  Or did I merely lack the ability to communicate that curiosity?  Or was it that I lacked curiosity about things that were not currently a special interest of mine?  

Under learning skills, I got an N for participating in class.  The teacher was really driving home that theme.

The report also has lots of comments.

For reading: Adina shows good progress in reading.

At some point, I remember my best friend pointing out that everyone but me could read.  That was either kindergarten or first grade.  It took me a bit longer than the other kids in the class to pick up the skill but once I did, I really took off with it. 

For math: Seems to have a good hold of math concepts.

I think that's true still today.  It's not a GREAT hold.  But...it's good.  Or sort of good. 

For language arts: Adina's writing has improved greatly. She is very soft spoken.  The teacher underlined very soft-spoken twice.  

For social studies: Although she rarely participates verbally, Adina seems to enjoy our study films and discussions.

I'm intrigued by that.  Does that mean most or all of social studies was taught through films?  OR...did it mean I didn't usually show enjoyment of class.  But I did enjoy it when we had films.

The latter seems more likely.

For learning skills: Adina is a conscientious worker.  I wish she would feel like smiling more often.  She is a fun student.

I like that she said she wishes I FELT like smiling more. That's much better than those who wish we'd smile more; fuck how we're feeling inside.

One of the complaints I've heard in terms of ABA therapy is that it's about getting autistic kids to ACT more typical and more pleasant...and let's not care so much about how the kids are actually feeling.

That being said....

It can also be problematic to wish for people to have certain emotions. I think it depends on the meaning behind the wish.  

Well...actually, I take that back.

I think it's quite okay to WISH people had certain emotions.  Most decent adults are going to wish for the kids in their life to be happier.  Wishing is different than demanding, shaming, or guilting them into having more positive emotions.  


So....

I feel compelled to add that something going through my head while transcribing all this is that this was probably the school year that my dad had me watching parts of The Exorcist which was very traumatizing for me.  

I think it would be hard enough for an outgoing, self-confident, smiley young child to watch the movie.  But I wasn't any of that.  I was a timid, soft-spoken, fearful child with low self-esteem.

My sister Melissa recently asked me...and I've asked often asked myself.  Would my life have been better if I had been diagnosed with autism when I was young?  I really don't know.  But maybe one thing I would have been spared is the whole Exorcist drama.  Maybe if my issues had been given a stronger label, my parents would have been given more sympathy and protection.  

That being said....just reading the report cards and therapy reports makes me feel sympathetic and protective.  But maybe that's because it's myself.  And also...I know what happens in the further chapters of the story.  


 

How would our world change if we knew for sure there was life after death, and it was easy for our dearly-departed to talk to us via the Internet?   


The Dead are Online  a novel by Dina Roberts 




What They Said About Me in the 1970's

A few months ago, in my quest to figure out if I'm autistic...and to help quell the imposter syndrome
plaguing me, I asked my parents if they had any of my old therapy files.

They were nice enough to let me dig into their old file cabinets. I found some old report cards and my physical/occupational therapy reports from John Muir Elementary School in Madison Wisconsin. 

I took them home with me and read them.

Now I've decided to type them up here.  

One of the reasons: During our house disaster and decluttering, there was a point where I thought I had lost my big envelope of my medical records which includes all my neurology stuff—the MRI report, the MRI DVD, the EEG reports, the few seconds of EEG snapshots, etc.

I was upset about this but what helped me be less upset is I knew I had copied the info onto my blog.  And I actually referred to my blog when filling out some of my autism-diagnosis info.

Another Reason:  I think one of my special interests is actually myself...my past-self.  I saw an autism meme the other day on Instagram that said something about autistic people not-being-self-centered. We're interest-centered.  

BUT......what if your interest is you?  

Well, I think some of us are VERY self-reflective.  I think being self-reflective is fine, really.  I think that's different than being selfish.

Shit.

I was about to say it's not selfish to be self-reflective. It's selfish to expect other people to be interested in you.  And then I remembered I'm writing all this on a blog...and I plan to type out all my therapy info.

Uh.....

Maybe it's okay to HOPE that SOME people out there are interested.  And that's different than expecting everyone to be interested.

Most people will probably be bored and disinterested in what I copy below. But maybe other people going through an autism diagnosis or dyspraxia diagnosis...or whatever diagnosis might find it interesting.  Or...maybe parents of children diagnosed or not yet diagnosed?  Maybe therapists who are really into their field?

Anyway....I'll shut up and get with the records.  

Like with my diary posts, I'm going to use green font for the ancient stuff, and my comments will be in regular-black font. 


Adina was referred for Occupational/Physical Therapy evaluation by the classroom teacher Barb Grooms on 10/23/78, because the parents stated that a physician in St. Louis had recommended therapy in the past.  These records were not available to us, but the results of our evaluation show the following:

THE parents?  That kind of sounds...rude?  

I've been very bad at keeping up with my medical records.  I've changed doctors many times and have usually not had the records forwarded.  It seems maybe I inherited this habit from my parents. Or... THE parents (AKA Laurie Robertd and  Leonard Roberts) 

I'm Googling my old kindergarten teacher....not having much luck.  I assume she is no longer of the living, though.  I think she was quite elderly back in 1970.  Though...sometimes those who seemed elderly when we were young were actually only in their forties or fifties.  My mom and dad would have been around 30/29 in 1978, so someone in their forties might have seemed quite old to me.

Fine Motor Perceptual Motor:

Adina was given the Beery Buktenica Test of Visual Motor Integration and scored 4-9 age equivalents. She was also given the Frostig Test of Visual Perception and her scores varied from 4-9 age equivalents to 7-0 age equivalents.  The low scores were in areas that had a very high motor component.

Test scores:

Eye-Hand Coordination: 4-9 age equivalent

Figure Ground 4-9 age equivalent

Form Constancy 7-0 Age equivalent

Position in Space 5 age equivalent 

Spatial Relations 5-6 age equivalent

Back when I first found these records, and again today, I tried to figure out what those scores meant.  I had no luck.  

Her fine motor skills were somewhat delayed.  She has "total pattern" type grasp when printing, has a weak grip, and motions are shoulder directed rather than using the fine movements of her hand.

Ah!  This is an issue for me when I play Mario Kart.  I start using my whole body and do really awful.  I have to force myself to not do that...and then I play okay.  

Her right hand is more coordinated than her left and her fine motor coordination decreased with bilateral activity.  She also switches hands during activities like cutting.  When resistance is added to any fine motor activity, she has a mild tremor which appears to be due to weakness.

The tremor really got my attention. I have a tremor and wasn't sure when it began.  I remember it bothering me in college but didn't know if I had it before.

So...maybe I had it all the way back in early childhood.

Two doctors in my adult life have labeled it an essential tremor.  It could be the early childhood one was due to weakness and what I have now is totally separate.  Or it could be that the tremor back then was the same tremor I have now, and they mistook it for weakness.  I mean not that I doubt the weakness-part. But maybe the tremor wasn't caused by the weakness.  

She performs most fine motor activity very slowly and needed reassurance that she is doing a good job.

As I still have the tremor, I also still have the need for reassurance.

Her preschool kindergarten skills are adequate but somewhat delayed for a 6-year-old.  She is able to dress herself and tie but does not have the strength in her hands to tie a bow on her shoe that holds. Her self portrait is somewhat immature. On the Early Childhood Fine Motor Checklist, she scored within the 5 year range on most activities.  

I'm guessing with that, the 5 year literally means 5 years.  

Gross Motor: Adina is able to complete most 5-6 year level gross motor skills on the Gross Motor Checklist. She has some difficulty with skills that require quick movements, balance, and motor planning. She does not throw or catch a ball smoothly or to turn a summersault but she is able to do good sit-ups, push-ups, wheelbarrows, squat to stand, jumping, and hopping.  There was a minimal amount of scapular winging with some of these activities. Adina seems to lack confidence in her abilities and needed reassurance. This may have also affected the quality of her performance.

Range of motion, muscle strength, balance reactions and gait are good.  One exception to this is a mild amount of shoulder girdle weakness (which causes the winging of the scapula) On one exception, there was evidence of an Asymmetrical Tonic Neck reflex present. Adina has mildly hypotonic muscle tone.

Six-year-old Adina had a weak shoulder.  48-year-old Dina has a very painful shoulder.  I injured it in July in a public bathroom. And now I think it's evolved into the frozen shoulder thing.  It's hard for me to do simple things like put on a bra, shave under my arms, cut my hair, etc.

This neurology company says that an ATN neck reflex past infancy is connected to dyslexia.  

I wouldn't be surprised if I'm dyslexic too.

From what I see of descriptions, tests, etc....a lot of these diagnoses can overlap. It seems like what is sometimes shown as being part of autism is other times labeled as a comorbidity of autism.

It's confusing and hard to explain.

I guess it's like one professional might label me as having autism, dyslexia, dyspraxia, etc.  Then another might feel that only one of those labels is needed.

I just Googled Asymmetrical Tonic Neck Reflex and Autism; found this website  It talks about sample Asperger kiddos with a delay in getting rid of their reflex; then concludes:  This leads us to believe that one abnormality that can be seen in infancy in autism and in the Asperger’s syndrome is excessively long persistence of some reflexes that should have been inhibited earlier in the child’s development. 

Continuing with the therapy-report....

Although Adina shows some delay we feel that these problems are not severe because she has learned to accommodate for some of the deficits.  

I feel that self-accommodation has been a running theme through-out my life.  For example, instead of going to the doctor for my shoulder, I am figuring out alternate ways of putting on a bra.

We do feel, however, that the delays are significant enough to work on during the remainder of her kindergarten program. It has been our experience that children who show these minimal delays and do not have the opportunity to play "catch up" in kindergarten class often experience difficulty with the academic/motor skills required in first grade. We therefore recommend that Adina be seen on a regular basis in therapy for the rest of the school year. Adina appears to lack self-confidence and needs frequent reassurance. She often says "I'm bad", "I can't" or Did I do it right?"

Yeah. That makes me kind of sad.  For me.

Forty-two years later, the self-esteem issues haven't gotten much better.  


I shall continue with the reports in later posts.....





How would our world change if we knew for sure there was life after death, and it was easy for our dearly-departed to talk to us via the Internet?   

The Dead are Online, a novel by Dina Roberts 

This is Weird

Last night I dreamed about a crockpot.  I was trying to make something with it, and Tim was giving me guidance.

That made me think about the TV show This is Us.

Then this morning, I finished watching the last season of Being Erica, and it was time to use Random.org to pick my next TV show.

I have 139 TV shows/movies on the list.

And I ended up with #131.


Coincidence?  Or was I having a psychic experience?

I think anytime I have weird/psychic experiences, it's about something trivial.  

Maybe it's not coincidence or psychic.

Maybe it's a multi-universe thing.  And trivial things are bleeding between my different selves in different universes.  That's a fun thought.

I also like imagining that it's a sign from the universe...something that something or someone wants me to notice.  

I'm on season 3 of the show. Maybe that season has something that I need to notice...and having this coincidence/synchronocity will make me notice it more.

You know...I couldn't remember what I had thought of regarding the show.  I thought it was probably something fleeting.

But now I'm remembering.

And it was actually kind of a lot.  I thought about the accident. I thought about the house, the dog, the guilt, the relationship between Rebecca (Mandy Moore) and Kate (Chrissy Metz). I also thought about the actors and whether it would be hard to keep continuing with the flashbacks, because the actors will continue to age.  





How would our world change if we knew for sure there was life after death, and it was easy for our dearly-beloved to talk to us via the Internet?   

The Dead are Online, a novel by Dina Roberts 

Never Mind about Biographies

I spent the last 2-3 days watching videos of Charlotte Nicdao's work, and I wrote a lot of stuff that was mostly shit.

Last night I impulsively deleted the whole thing and decided I was done with blogging.  And I also decided I didn't want to work on screenwriting either.

I didn't feel relieved about the situation.  Instead I felt aimless and kind of worthless.

I was feeling pretty awful last night.

This morning I felt much less awful and much less married to the idea of going on a long writing hiatus.

I want to keep blogging, and I want to keep on with the screenwriting. But for now, I think I need to do it as a way to keep busy and a way to express myself and not as a way to make myself feel more...worthy.  Because in order to feel worthy in terms of writing, I need to get lots of blog visits, win contests, make money, etc.  And that stuff is out of my control.  

I've been making screenwriting plans with things like, If I do well in a contest, I'll keep up with the screenwriting. If I do bad, I'll give it up.  

But I'm going to try to change that attitude.  I want instead to say, If I have a great idea, I will write a screenplay.  If I have no ideas, I'll keep busy in other ways until maybe one day an idea will come to me.

Either way....to keep me screenwriting-busy in the meantime, I have two screenplays to revise.

As for blogging....

I don't know what I'll be writing and how often I'll be writing it.  I just know it won't be biography posts.

What worries me is that not only was my recent endeavor a failure but that all my past biography posts were shit.  

Well...everyone is going to have their own opinion about that.

Through my own eyes...depending on my mood....I range from being charmed and amused by my past self's quirkiness to being mortified about my past self's indulgent tangents.  

Although my Charlotte Nicdao writing adventure was a mental health nightmare, it wasn't all bad.  I watched some great stuff.  I'm going to recommend my two favorites.  Well...THREE if I'm including Mythic Quest.  

I LOVE Mythic Quest!!!  It's what made me adore Nicdao in the first place.

But also....

I loved this short film featuring Nicdao.  It's called Tomorrow, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow and deals with the subject of abusive directors.  

And I watched the first episode of this brilliant series, Content, that takes place completely on an iPhone. Nicdao plays Lucy, a girl having a bad day, who decides to try doing a Facebook Live for the first time.  She sings to her small audience while driving; gets distracted; crashes her car; then goes viral.


A picture I took this morning on my
walk. (because I feel I need to have
a photo for each blog post)



   

Back to Biographies

I've decided to return to writing my massively long biography posts.

When I say decided, it wasn't like:  I'm going to go back to writing biography posts!

It was more like:

I need something creative and productive to do while waiting to hear back about the autism diagnosis.

I'm going to go back to writing biography posts!

Never mind. I am not going back to writing biography posts.  Maybe instead I will make my blog private, because suddenly I'm mortified that I have revealed so much of myself on the Internet.

I'm going to go back to writing screenplays instead.

No, I really don't want to write screenplays right now. 

Maybe having a blog is not so bad. Maybe writing biographies will be fun.

What if the subject of the biography happens to find my blog, reads my post about them, and hates me?

What if no one ever really reads my biography posts, and I'm talking to myself?

Maybe I should write screenplays.

What screenplay should I write?

I don't want to write screenplays. 

I'll get back to screenplays.  Maybe. Someday.  But not now.

I'll try the biographies...

So. Here I am.

Although this is not a biography post.  This is just a post warning people that I'm going to start back to writing biography posts.

I should also admit that in the midst of all this angst, at one point I decided that instead of writing, I would go around my neighborhood with gloves on and pick up trash.

It was such a beautiful, noble idea.  The problem is I have (undiagnosed) containment OCD issues. And even with gloves, I'd probably get disgusted and anxious.

My other hesitation involved me wondering...should I pick up recycling stuff or trash?   It seems it would be too hard to carry around two bags.

I still think it would be a good idea to pick up litter. Someday.  Maybe it would be easier to deal with if I bought one of those cool pick up sticks.  

Anyway....enough of my ramblings about my failing to be a super, wonderful contributor to my community.

So....

I have ideas and plans about the subjects of my posts.  Even though this is no longer a blog about Australia, the first few people I have in mind are Australian.  Then I think I'll do some Coronation Street actors and other non-Australian people. 

Some of the Australians I have in mind are also autistic.  And I might find people to write about who are not-Australian, but they are autistic.  

I'm still playing Minecraft, btw.  A little too much.  I had weird rules to keep me from playing too much.  But then for complicated reasons, I gave up on the rules, and lately I've been playing a lot.

Minecraft is creative, and I think it's great.  The problem is I've been doing stuff that is less creative and more obsessive and somewhat monotonous. I'm pretty much spending hours digging, collecting, filling chests, putting up cool windows, exploring a little outside, etc.

My goal is to complete/fill-up a map.    




It's not a bad hobby, and it's not a bad goal.  It's just I think it's better that I do it for about an hour or less a day rather than multiple hours a day.  

Anyway....hopefully in the next few days, I will be posting a biography post.  If not...it means I probably am experiencing more writing-decision-angst or my addiction to Minecraft became even stronger.  



Edited to Add 10/14/21.  I worked on a biography post for two days. And I just deleted the whole thing.  Because it was shit.  I wouldn't even want torture my future self with it.  

So...writing the biography posts was the wrong choice.  But I don't think screenwriting is the right one.

I think I need a break from writing all together.

At least for now.  

And I have a feeling that "now" is going to last a long time.