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Weekend Update

Our Sunday School Soiree wasn’t too bad. Although I should have had something to drink, just to take the edge off… it was okay. I think there were only a few times that I had to wander around trying to get into the conversations. I found out that one guy is home brewer and was going to travel 2 hours (one way) just to get specialty beer. (I need to hang out with him more) and another guy has the saem cholestoral problem as I do. Borderline high (around 210ish) and no matter what we do, is doesn’t go down… curse you genetics!!! I was telling him about the Smoothie (or ‘schmovie’ as The Younger calls it) that I have almost every morning that has premium flax seed oil and that has helped a bunch.

The gift exchange was a riot. Everyone who brought a gift pulled a number out of the hat. And in order, you picked a gift OR you could take a gift that was already chosen. For Example, the person who was picking 8th could take the gift that the 3rd person opened. The 3rd person would then either chose someone else’s gift or pick a new one. An open gift could only be taken 3x, meaning the person taking it the 3rd had it forever. Our Elvis clock was the first to be “taken” by another couple. Two gifts stood out, a wig and a Mrs. Claus nightie. The wig (as we found out) was a wig that was used as a spare and for “replacement plugs”, but it looked between a cross between Mrs. Brady and 80s Mullet. It actually got “Taken” by another person who was going to wear it to work (he is a little on the receeding hair side). The Mrs. Claus nightie was a red, wrap around (not much in the “around” part), lingerie that had a santa hat. You can imagine that there was quite a bit of comments going around.

Elvis
Ours was the Blue Suede Shoes Elvis Clock

 

Our Booty
The glasses are surprisingly REAL glass!

Our gift was something that we could actually “use”, sort of. We got a pair of butt ugly wine glasses and two decorative wine toppers. The tree wine stopper actually looks nice. The Santa one, is just plain gross hilarious. If you look at the Santa topper, it makes it look like Santa is taking a huge dump right into the wine. Granted, some wine doesn’t taste too far off from a nice porclein libation (ask your Dog which flavor is best), but do I need Santa “looking” like I was on the “naughty” list AND he ran out of coal?

Santa wine topper

What I had forgotten was that The Elder was having his Christmas Party on Saturday. My Lovely and Talented Wife had an appointment so this meant that I would need to being the kids and she would meet me there. Easy enough. In fact, we made it the place 20 minutes early and we drove around the country backroads so that The Younger could sleep some more.

All but one of The Elder’s classmates were there. So, the house was full of kids, parents and two babies. It was very nice and easy to chat with these parents. They are in the same situation as we are with The Elder. I don’t think I brought up running once! I did take out Stella and have to download pictures from her. Not sure that I got any good pictures, but I’ll check.

It was very nice to network with some other parents with kids the same age as our kids and some with even siblings who don’t have Aspergers, so it’s very similar.


Kudos

My Lovely and Talented Wife has really just discovered blogging. It wasn’t until July, shortly after The Elder’s Asperger diagnosis that she started compiling her thoughts, etc about her life and what was she was finding. She now is an award winning blogger. She was just given an award for “Nice Matter’s Award” (as if Zombie killing doesn’t matter -pfft). As part of her duty as an award winner, she passed along the award to friend of the Planet3rry blog, a 2 time Marathoner Finisher and all around cool gal, Susan from I Run For My Life!

And on top of the award, see just posted her 100th post Check out my Award Winning Lovely and Talented Wife (but she doesn’t give away free crap)!


The Aspergian Meltdown

I’m not exactly sure if I had a great weekend or not. It seemed to be a roller coaster, UP and DOWN… and from my point of the view the DOWNs seemed to last a little bit longer than the UPs, but that could just be perception.

I wasn’t going into the weekend very well, with Thursday’s Lose My Key Game. It’s bad enough when my routine is broken but at least when it’s broken by me (i.e. lose key, then lock key in trunk), I can handle it. And the only person that it really affected was Soon-To-Be-Doctor David, who had to take me out of his way to my house. Thankfully his wife was working a class and so that was pretty low impact (I owe him a beer though)

Then comes Friday, and I have a Double Whammy. First, I forget, or rather, not even bother to get the spare key. Which now affects 4 people (My Lovely and Talented Wife, The Elder, The Younger and The Au Pair), so now that’s more stress that going on in my mind. But then things turn around again and I didn’t get the Basketball Tickets because since I didn’t get a “yes or no” email that I now have ruined, or at least greatly altered, date night. Thus affecting myself and My Lovely and Talented Wife.

So by the time Friday night is coming to a close, I am shutting down. I actually crash pretty early in the night. There was still plenty of date night left, but overwhelmed… I was useless.

Saturday Morning, I was visiting my own Aspergian planet as I was more concerned with getting the kids out of the house, that I failed to help prep the house for the event that my wife was hosting. It wouldn’t have taken much to make a few nice changes to the sofa pillows or the fragrance in the bathroom but I was focused on getting the kids out and running the errands, because that’s what was on my list. I did find the 9 codes (worth 90 coke points), but I could have prevented alot of anxiety.

The game was mixed, since the Football game itself was good, but I didn’t take care enough for my wife’s gloves and lost them somewhere… I don’t know where. She tells me it’s okay, but it’ll take me 10-15 minutes just to partially recover from the event to get back into the game. Then I really take a nose dive on the way back to the car, and piss My Lovely and Talented Wife off with some poorly asked questions, and that just seriously takes me down. I personally don’t recover from this until Sunday, when something else comes up that trumps it. When I start to shutdown, I lose the ability to respond in a timely manner. In typical conversation, I had a decent (but not great) response time to questions, questions which are preferred subjects are typically answered quickly. Questions that required more thought are generally answered after a pause, which may or may not proceed any prompting from me that I am thinking about it, thus giving the impressions of lack of interest, ignoring the questions from the other person or some other rude behavior. Oh yeah, I upset My Lovely and Talented Wife before the game due to this very thing because I was recovering from forgetting the stadium blanket, thus requiring us to turn around (about 1.5 miles from home), thus making us off schedule, thus maybe making us late to see the pregame events and traffic wasn’t helping.

Sunday was a little better for myself. Saturday’s events were as debilitating but our normal sunday routine was thrown for a loop and we didn’t get anything done in the morning that we normally do. It did back on track and I had some solace in making our Sunday Gluten Free, Casein Free Pizza. Then The Elder and I played while The Younger and My Lovely and Talented Wife took naps. Once The Younger awoke, the Kids and I went outside for a photo excursion until dinner time when the kids had Chicken and the Adults had Crab Legs. I tried to get back Sunday evening by getting the house and my other chores finished and completed for the weekend.

I had really wanted to read another Chapter in the Attwood Book, but I never made time for it. Hopefully tomorrow, I will be getting some meds to help with the extra anxiety that I feel when the schedule falls apart and I start my spiral down, because unlike NT (neurotypical) when things start to go wrong or change it’s typically a vicious cycle. The Elder has the same thing when it comes to changing tasks, we have to give him a 5 minute warning period or he’s upset for a long time, because when you attempt to change an Aspergian Schedule, it’s like a Box of Chocolates.

Never know

If you are curious about the workings of an Asperger mind when it comes to communication, Here is great post from the blog Aspergian Square 8 titled Let’s have a conversation. And I’ll have to remember this post when I go into some of my conversation coping strategies…


Dumpster Diving pt 4

Yesterday I was supposed to go to a Rights Workshop for Tennessee and Special Needs Children, but the place that was supposed to hold the event was locked and the lights were off. I had changed my plans, or actually didn’t make any plans for Thursday since it the workshop was listed for 3 hours.

One aspect of people with Aspergers is that they function best with strict schedule and a set routine. I’m high enough functioning that I can recover from a change of plans, without having a meltdown. You try to tell The Elder a change is happening immediately that is against ‘The schedule’ and expect a meltdown. However, give him a 1 minute transition warning and it’s usually much smoother.

So after 30 minutes in the parking lot, I decided that no one was coming and so now what do I do? On Terry Thursdays, I make a schedule broken down in 15 increments. And it’s not that I actually follow the schedule exactly, it’s that it’s there in front of me and there is security in that. If it needs to be changed, I have the ultimate authority to change it at my whim… and that’s perfectly fine. But now, someone else has totally eradicated what I was supposed to do for Thursday. I was in a state of paralysis, “what do I do next?”

I knew that I had to drive back to Knoxville, I was currently in Oak Ridge (about 20 minutes away). So while I drove back, I was able to come up with a loose plan of going to the Recycle Facility (I had the trunk full of cardboard and mixed paper) and the to maybe Wal-mart and perhaps to Panera Bread to regroup.

By the time that I made it to the Recycle Facility, I was okay again. It’s like I was back on track and could think again about stuff that I needed to do while I was out.

I almost thought that my streak of finding My Coke Reward points was going to be broken. There were no empty soda boxes in the Mixed Paper bin. And as much as Marianna thinks that I get inside the container to scavenge for points, I don’t. Oh wait, I was waist deep in the container briefly because I was tossing the mixed paper and I lost my grip on the plastic bag and it slid inside. I could hear the recycling gods start to exhibit their anger that I, a mere mortal, had mixed paper and plastic. Blasphemer!

Just when I thought I would be writing this blog entry with words such as “didn’t find any points” or “there was nothing of value this time”, that’s when I saw something gleaming from the larger Cardboard Container. It was a Mello Yello box, flatten down with all the care of an OCD soda drinker/ cardboard recycler. I smelled smoke. Pilfering through the other box carcasses, I found another Mello Yello and then, I struck gold, a Coke box. But it didn’t have the tab that the points. Grrrr, Fools Gold.

“Thoughts become Things” (Think and Grown Rich, Hill) Withjust a little more shuffling, I found it! The streak was still alive! HA! A Refrigerator Pack worth 10 points (as long as they hadn’t already redeemed them). Then I found another. and another and another. FOUR codes! *fist pump* YEAH!


A neurobiological dilemma

I had to tell myself “Stop Thinking about the Story” while I was running today. Actually, I had to tell myself TWICE because I was writing a chapter in my forthcoming book. Yeah, that’s all you need: Terry’s thoughts printed and bound. Well, it’s going to happen. I just have to figure this whole writing thing out. Grammar Rock can only take me so far.

So on with the regularly scheduled blog entry.

So, I am running today at lunch (there’s the running reference) and I am approaching the intersection of Volunteer and Lake Loudon Drive, a mere 0.3 miles into my 5 mile run. I notice two golf-cart vehicles in the turn lane waiting for the left signal onto Volunteer Blvd. In the front vehicle are 2 girls, in the second vehicle are 2 boys. The boys were being obnoxious and honking the golf-cart horn seeming at the chagrin of the girls. The girls were apparently either a little embarrassed at the attention they were receiving from the horn honking or this was their first time one of the golf cart out on the road. It’s not like the golfcart things are uncommon on campus, the Sports Department lives on them. After all, why would you want to walk or run from athletic facility to athletic facility, when you could sport around in a nice golf cart. Just ask any one who is 65yo or older and lives in Florida.

So as I am approaching the corner to turn onto Lake Loudon and go down the hill, I look at the girls in the first cart as my scan of the intersection was finishing (to avoid oncoming traffic) when the passenger girl says, “Hiiiii.”

Here’s what I wished had happened:
“Hiiiii,” says the passenger girl. I raise my hand in a greeting gesture look her way and compliment her on the fine set of wheels she has to take her around campus.

Nice Wheels there,” I would say in a semi-playful yet sarcastic tone. Had there been more time, I would have added “Speed Limit is 25mph on campus, don’t get a ticket.”

But what really happened was that my Asperger’s over powered my desire for witty banter and caused me to temporary shutdown. Thankfully, I had already initiated a hand wave, or else I would have looked like an elitest prick as I looked at them, acknowledging their existence and not saying anything and blowing them off. When, in reality… it’s nice to have someone not yell obscenities at you while you are running.

The wave that I started was followed with a feeble “Hey” and as soon as the girl started to say “Hiiiii”, I looked away as quickly as I could to focus on the back of a student in the distance. I could not make eye contact with her and say “hey” at the same time.

I went on to think that this happens to me all the time. I will make eye contact on my own terms, typically, when someone is not looking at me. Now that I know that I have Aspergers and that avoiding eye contact is something that is wired in my brain, I have to remember to make an effort for eye contact. Now, I do have 30+ years of making conversation (sometimes one-sided) so there has been somethings that I learned. But I still feel that I might be staring to hard and giving the “He’s too creepy” vibe or that I am staring and giving the “Hey, Baby…” look or that I am not looking in them eyes and giving them the “I’d rather be somewhere else” feeling.

One thing that I am experimenting with is to stare away on purpose and pretend that I am trying to think of something or performing second derivatives in my mind. [Ed. I typically do not perform second derivatives in my head, but first derivatives are fair game] This way, I can get the calmness of not looking at someone in the eyes without seeming to “pleasantly eccentric”


A few things

I had a few things run through my mind, that were not running related. Go figure.

Shakespeare Around Me
I’m having some weird Shakespearan vibes today. First, I was going to title a post about whether I want/should run the Chickamauga Marathon titled “To Run or Not to Run” and then take MacBeth’s “this a Dagger before me… the handle toward my hand…” soliloquy (psst. which is the To Be or Not To Be soliloquy) which, I guess I could still do.

Then I read MetroDad’s Blog about his 20 year High School Reunion. He went to a high-end private school with Poet Laureates, Pulitzer Prize winners, Rocket Scientists and Cheerleaders who lost their looks and got divorced 5 times (oh wait, that last one didn’t happen). He then finishes with a Shakespeare Joke, which I didn’t really get but knowing Shakespeare it was probably reference to either death, dying, pretending to die, being fatally wounded, murder or the occasional sexual escapade. The private school I went to didn’t have Poet Laureates, Pultizer prize winners, or Rocket Scientists. We did have cheerleaders though, maybe that’s why I didn’t quite “get it.”

Lastly, the weather today has been something out of a Shakespearean play. You could always by the weather that something crazy was going to happen. If you were a character and the weather started getting bad, you better watch out… something wicked was about to this way come. Here in Knoxville, it was rainy (though we got only 1/4 inch *sigh*) but the a breeze started to blow and then wind gust and it went from 60ish to close to 80! Wah?

So thank goodness it’s not the 15th, my name isn’t Julius and haven’t bought any “fake death” poison in a couple of weeks.

How about them (A)ApPLes
Earlier this year, My Lovely and Talented Wife and I went to a “Intro to Stocks Class” and decided that this would be a perfect way to make money. Come to find out, it’s great for someone with Aspergian Super Powers, you can be super analytical and you don’t have to interact with people, if you don’t want to. It’s all on your own and (for me) it’s constant and unrelenting learning. Fast Forward to late July/Early August, we funded a small account and I bought a couple of shares of stocks, just to make things “real”. It’s like running your first 5k race. So now, I have small positions and have even dabbled in the world of those “scary and dangerous” options (which I am almost break-even now). I am proud to tell you that I have had some big winners and big losers! So, now that I am out of the closet about my Wall Street Shenanigans, I’ll probably mention or lament about certain trades that I am thinking about, made be big bags of cash or that smacked me on the ass. I’m seeing it now: Terry Trades, Humor Ensues.

So right now it’s Earning Season. Companies are coming out telling the public how much they sucked this past quarter or how awesome they are and bow down before them. One of the “Look at me, I’m so great Companies” is Apple. Which I own a very very very very very very small position. They just had an awesome earnings announcement and now I feel like Matt Damon in Good Will Hunting, “How About Them Apples”.

So we’ll see now, maybe I can get good enough to do this full time and quit my desk job. This way, if say, I dunno… My Lovely and Talented Wife wanted to visit Seattle, we could do that seeing that she works from home and I would be able to work via the internet. What could be better… hmmm, visiting Seattle on marathon weekend. Yeah, that would be better. I bet M~ would be out of the state though.

I guess I better put a disclaimer here: By no means am I suggesting any particular stock or company. My trading style is probably a lot different than yours and to be honest you’d get better advice from a monkey in a suit than me. Contact a bonafide Financial adviser who can better direct you on how to manage your risk.

another disclaimer: Both Topics had running references, so I misled you all at the beginning of my post. (Sorry, Aspergian Special Interest)


The Cashier and Candy Bar

On Monday, My Lovely and Talented Wife and I went out for dinner. I was freakin’ starved and was thinking Mexican. Mexican Restaurants have a pretty substantial Gluten Free menu, especially since you can opt for corn tortillas. And since we actually don’t have Celiac disease, cross contamination is not an issue. WE are starting to shift to a Casien Free Diet and at Mexican places you can get food Dairy Free as well, as long as the people hear you.

Well, while ordering the clerk behind the counter was very friendly and enthusiastic, but I was in a hungry/aspergian state of mind. I was nothing more than a Robot ordering some consumable product for ingestion. My Lovely and Talented Wife said, “He’s trying to be friendly to you.”

Asperger people don’t or can’t catch on to these clues as naturally as neuro-typical (NT) people. But once she said that I realized what was going on. Basically, I was emitting being a “jerk” when I was feeling “I’m neutral.” I did try to make it up to the next guy, even when I said that “I didn’t want Cheese”, he puts a whole handful on there. Oh well, it’s not going to kill me.

So that was a somewhat typical (for me) Aspergian Moment. Here’s an example, one day later, of a non-Aspergian moment. I went into Walgreens to pick up some meds. Now, I can’t go into a store without wanting to get a Diet Coke or some other drink. I was 2 seconds from deciding NOT to get one, when I heard the Marketing genius from Coca-Cola talk to me saying “You want Diet Coke, Diet Coke Good, My Coke Reward Points on Diet Coke, You are getting Thirsty” I walk up with my Diet Coke to counter and check as normal. It’s the nice older lady that I see frequently. And I notice something new on the counter. A candy bar.

Now, this is big news for me! I love candy bars and chocolate. This one was a Reese’s Peanut Butter Bar. Think “Peanut Butter 3 Musketeer!” Yeah, I know! I didn’t have enough money to get both and the Reese’s Marketing people aren’t in my head… yet.

“They’re pretty good,” the cashier added.

I asked, “What do they taste like?”

“Creamy on the inside”

“Lighter than a Reguar Reese’s Cup?”

“Yes,” she responded.

“So, like a Peanut Butter 3 Musketeer bar?” I asked.

“Kind of like that.”

“Cool, Thanks.”

I took about 2 steps towards the door and turned around and said,

“You know, just when you think they can’t make any new candy bars, the companies come out with this,” I exclaimed pointing to the small display of newly found sources of fat and carbohydrates. Holy Special Interests Batman! That wasn’t no non-Aspergian moment! *GASP* Candy Bars (and Chocolate) are one of my Interests. *Slaps hand on forehead*

Here I thought that I was making social chit-chat and albeit at the time it was, while I was checking out. But as I was leaving, I was compelled to stop, turn around and talk about a preferred interest and with my own slant. But at least I am starting to recognize these things… just part of being “pleasantly eccentric”

In case you were wondering:

huh, come to find out they’ve only been out since 10/12


Sniff Sniff

And I forgot the next verse
Oh well, I guess it pays to rehearse
The lyric sheet’s so hard to find
What are the words, oh nevermind
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, I don’t know!
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know…
-Smells Like Nirvana Wierd Al Yanovik’s parody of Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit

I am staring at the keys waiting for my brain to send signals to my fingers to type the blog entry that is being passed around my neurons like a game on Hot Potato on the school playground. *sigh*

The smelling reference of this post refers to what the psychologist said about a questionnaire that I and my wife took in trying to get an official diagnosis of Asperger’s. We thought that an online counselor would be a better approach for us to get an official diagnosis of me. After all, we didn’t need a professional to diagnose me as an “insensitive jerk” we had plenty of evidence of that but sadly, the diagnosis of IJ is currently not in the DSM IV. Now if there was something else there that was making me be an a-hole then perhaps there would be a way to control or modify or make me aware of my insensitivity and jerkiness. Why? Because That’s what Schoolhouse Rock and G.I. Joe [ed. Holy Nostalgia Batman, I just had a Retro-tastic trip with the images on the Hasbro website of G.I. Joe figures that I have not seen in over 20 years, I think I just wet myself] taught us: “Knowledge is Power” and “Knowing is Half the Battle

The online counselor approach seemed fine at first but in the end, it was not the prudent method for myself. I am sure that an online approach can help thousands, or millions of people. I mean, how many of us get free therapy just from blogging. Our questionnaire answers were not exactly the best representation of us and I think our biggest disappointment from the online counselor was that they did not ask further probing questions. WYSIWYG. I can tell you that my answers were very much the style of this blog, honest but with… eh, FLAIR!

Here’s a summary of the online experience with the online person:

We started in early September with the online person who after longs days of writing our responses to 45 question surveys (one for each of us) said that he met NONE of the criteria [for asperger's syndrome]. SHOCK. And the start of my second-guessing EVERYTHING all over again.

And then we began writing a response on reasons why and why not we agreed with the diagnosis. Then in mid-to-late September, I looked at the DSM IV requirements and was able to provide enough evidence for a self-diagnosis. So that led to us seeing a real live person, who was referred to us from the Austim 101 class we attended. (Asperger’s is generally classified under the Autism blanket AND the Main-Man, head Guru of Asperger’s Dr. Tony Attwood refers to Aspergers in his writings as High Functioning Autism(HFA)). Thankfully, My Lovely, Talented and Persistent Wife wouldn’t let me drag my heels any longer and I found out that the person was under our insurance. YAY!

Last Week (10/3) was our second appointment with our psychology and she said that it was probably Aspergers that we were looking at. Now, I took this literally (Aspergian trait) meaning that it “probably” was and that it could be something else. Maybe it was something else and not Aspergers, or maybe it was something else and Aspergers or some other crazy combination. I dunno. If she didn’t say “Hominus Dominus, you have Asperger’s” then this “probably” and “maybe” stuff, are just hypotheses (and you’ve given me no p-value! GRRR – Statistician joke).

Okay, now to the smelly-smelly part.

We had sent our live psychologist some of the files that we sent the online person since our last visit so she could look over them. My Lovely and Talented Wife was able to see her yesterday due to a cancellation and here’s her take of how part of her meeting went:

The current psychologist begins the session with, “These reek of Aspergers.”
“Really? Because we didn’t even give you everything that we gave to the other lady.”

Now, we have to thank our friends over at Merriam-Webster’s Online for giving us a good definition of “reek”

Typically, we the word reek is generally a negative reference:
“Whew, did you smell that skunk, it reeked”
“Damn, Did you pass gas, dude? That reeks… no more Taco Bell for you!”

From Meriam-Webster:
Main Entry: reek
Function: verb
intransitive verb
1 : to emit smoke or vapor
2 a : to give off or become permeated with a strong or offensive odor <a room reeking of incense> b : to give a strong impression of some constituent quality or feature <a neighborhood that reeks of poverty>

So, I don’t want to give you the impression that Asperger’s is a negative thing. So, it’s the 2b definition that is key here. So when the live psychologist read the files and combined with what she knew from the previous session, [I'm pondering here] She thought to herself “Hmmm, does Terry have Asperger’s?” *pause* “WHOOP WHOOP DING DING”

In fact, John Elder Robison (BUY his BEST SELLER book: Look Me In the Eye) had a post called Aspergian Light that is a very good read on Asperger’s by an Aspergian.

So now we have come full circle. I referenced smelly, rambled on for a while, made my smelly point and now we are at a close. Hallelujah!


Books with Aspergers

I mentioned in a previous post about Look Me in the Eye by John Elder Robinson, who, by the way, left a comment on my blog. How cool is that!

Robert, from Simply Robert also responded with a book suggestion as well:

Good stuff. I’ll have to check this out. You might also want to take a look at Soon Will Come the Light by Thomas McKean.

Also, one of my NT (Neuro Typical) friends here in Knoxville suggested another book called The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon which is a fictional account about a autistic boy and you are reading from his perspective. He says that it’s very good, so I will have to put that on my list.

I went to Borders today to see if the Look Me in the Eye was here in Knoxville and that I could get my copy, but alas, it was not.


Look Me In the Eye by John Elder Robison

From my It fits on the Palm in my Hand post, Marianna commented:

I can’t remember if one of your readers recommended it here, but there’s a new book out that got 4 stars from People magazine. It’s called Inside Asperger’s: One Man’s Tale Look Me In the Eye by John Elder Robison.

I actually have this book on preorder with Borders! My Lovely and Talented Wife had sent the link to his website sometime ago and I poked around. When I saw that he had a forecoming book, I was very excited!

I am very excited to read a first hand account of what it was like to grow up with Asperger’s. I am very curious to see how closely my childhood was to his. Now, I don’t have an “official” diagnosis of Asperger’s but given the clues, we have (in our non-Holiday Inn Express expert opinion) concluded that I do have Asperger’s and that I am pretty high functioning, probably due to learning how to adapt over the last 35, ehhh, almost 36 years.

Here is a link to John Elder Robison’s Blog Look Me In The Eye. It’s pretty fascinating, especially when you consider that right now he is prepping for his multi-state book tour. Taken from one of his blog entries, here is a short schedule of where he will be promoting his book:

  • September 25 Barnes & Noble New York, NY 7:00 PM
  • September 26 RJ Julia Madison, CT 7:00 PM
  • September 27 Brookline Booksmith Boston, MA 7:00 PM
  • September 28 Attending the Asperger Association of New England event, Boston
  • Watch for me on Weekend Today
  • October 2 Borders East Madison Store Madison, WI 7:00 PM
  • Listen for me with Diane Rehm on National Public Radio
  • October 3 Harry Schwartz Booksellers Shorewood, WI 7:00 PM
  • October 11 Food for Thought Books Amherst, MA 7:00 PM
  • October 16 Buttonwood Books Cohasset, MA 10:00 AM *reservations required
  • October 18 Elms College Chicopee, MA 4-9 PM *reservations required
  • October 25 Northshire Bookstore Manchester Center 7PM
  • November 2 UMASS Lowell Lowell, MA 7:00 PM
  • November 15 Tattered Cover Denver, CO 7:30 PM
  • December 5 Amherst Books Amherst, MA 8:00 PM

So if you can get out and see him, that would be great. So far, East Tennessee is not on his touring schedule.