Helping someone feel comfortable with their stims

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Well, it must have been an eyesore to the admissions office. Yellow is so hard to read too.

I still do stupid things, mostly making silly mistakes in dialogue especially with women. Some of the stuff that have come out of my mouth, in genuine attempts at small talk, are too embarrassing to ever be repeated. Then 99 percent of the time I am fine, but it is those 1 % of times that stick in my mind. So humiliating.

I bet I would find them charming.

I tend to find these sorts of things charming.....

I still have social difficulties, still say stupid things...but I try to let the scorn slough off my chest. Because I know I'm a viable person. Having social difficulties does not render a person nonviable. It frequently just renders them "different."

I feel like it's good to "fit in" at times but not good to "fit in" to the point where one does stupid things---like get drunk.

If one has interests beyond the usual crap, one's life becomes much more interesting.

It's not that people are dumb.....it's that people usually want an ESCAPE from the aethereal/intellectual/aesthetic. They want to be "normal," in essence.

I seriously doubt it.

I'd be interested to know the "mistakes" you have made---though I can understand it if you're reluctant.

When I was 7, I went up to a fat person, and asked: "Why are you fat?"

Even if what you said upset people, all you can do is learn from them. Reflect on them. That's really it. And feel bad about it so you won't do it again (but don't feel so bad---because everybody screws up from time to time).

This is very true.

Man would rather have the void for purpose than be void of purpose.

I do find it almost comical that of the 5 true friends I have made in life all either have autism in their family or suffer from depression. It is hilarious to me that I went around wondering why other people had such shallow interactions with people and how lucky I was to have such deep interactions with people who really "got it".

My mistakes are all too embarsssing for any kind of public airing. Most of them just times when my brain took the wrong piece of dialogue and regurgitated it at a totally awkward moment.

I didn't ask about your trip, by the way.

Your experiences with the plane---and with Greece.

Italy. It was amazing. Had a lovely time wandering around Pompeii with my daughter and swimming in the ocean.

The plane ride was absolutely horrible. Was shaken to bits. No view of alps and all round terrifying. It made me wonder If some people have to live with that blood taste in your mouth, heart racing anxiety all the time and I thought that probably they do, and worse.

I'm glad you got through it. And saw Pompeii.

You're a strong lady----would you have gone through this if it wasn't for your daughter?

I'm proud of you----for prevailing despite what you had to go through emotionally.

I've been to Italy about four times----never saw Pompeii!

Have you been to Rome? If not, you should go. Many historical sites there can be reached via their metro.

Yes. Rome is amazing.

I will keep flying. Before kids I went overland a lot but not feasible anymore. It is irrational to forgo such great experiences on the basis of avoiding a fear.

I have a set of prayer beads a monk gave me in Cambodia and I sit counting on them repeating the shahada, despite not being at all religious, it just feels good to repeat the shahada.... truly nuts. I manage to get into some form of meditative zone but if is easily broken when there is turbulence.

That’s pretty nifty! Cambodia. Were you in Pnom Penh? Most people go to Siem Reap.

It is a long time ago now. Cambodia was quite different then. The north was just dirt roads and each bridge had a teenage boy with a gun asking for bribes to cross the bridge. Assume it is fairly diffent now. But have never been back so maybe not?

I went to siem reap but couldn't get on to Pnom Penh because of a bad storm. As it was I got stuck trying to make my way back to Thailand as a bridge had collapsed. Waded across the river, lost a shoe, got a lift in the back of a pick up truck going through mud trying to get out of the rather volatile north before night fell. Someone asked me to take their baby in the pickup truck to the next village and the baby was sick. Made it to the border 15 min after closing time (covered in mud and vomit and with only one shoe!) and no amount of bribing got me across. When I finally left I went up to the Burmese border and on the way up there I came down with dengue fever and spent the best part of the next two weeks in and out of fever.

On the journey I met a monk and he spoke a tiny bit of English. When the pick up trucks were stuck he passed a letter up for me, I still have it, and in it he wrote "I am sorry today is raining." It is covered in mud but it is still one of my most priced possessions. Together with the beads my "holy necklace".

We'll have to really talk about your travels sometime. You did some really "hard" traveling. Have you been to Africa, too?

Did you acquire your fear of planes before, or after you started traveling?

Were you in Cambodia as some sort of NGO representative?

Do you know how the sick baby did eventually?

No, apart from Egypt I have never been to Africa. Don't think I ever will go now. Don't have as much travel lust anymore.

No job, I was just young and dumb and entirely fearless. I had difficult teenage years and I remember thinking at a very low point: This is actually pretty powerful, if you are this low, you don't have to self preserve yourself the whole time, might as well just live life to the max and not worry too much about putting myself in harms way.

Managed to save some money from a scholarship I got and took a year out of university to travel. Bought a pedal bike and cycled around Vietnam.

I think the baby was just "baby sick" rather than anything else. By the end of the journey it was gobbling eggs - really oddly they eat the eggs with the chicken fetus developed inside. Remember it really freaked me out. Always wondered why they do that, wonder if there is more protein that way?

I have always been scared of planes.

One of my ambitions is to go to the northwest mountains of Vietnam---around the Sapa area.

It is meant to be really beautiful. It is 21 years since I was in Vietnam, probably very different now.

If I get to travel again - besides safe trips to familiar places - I would go to wild and desolate places now. When I was younger I wanted to see and learn from different people and cultures. Now I think I just want to see more of nature.

Sorry about that. I had work to do.

How would you feel about going to the High Arctic in the summer---like around Baffin Island?