Irritating questions
IsabellaLinton wrote:
I'm asked "How did you know that?" quite frequently, and it's frustrating because I read so much that I can't always recall the exact book, author or reference. There's always a smirk, as if the things I know are too obscure to be relevant.
The other question I'm asked quite often is "What made you think of that?", if I change topics. My mind makes so many quick connections and associations between ideas that a conversation on one theme can easily bring me to another, seemingly unrelated subject. I can trace the links using stream of consciousness or synaesthesia, but others just stare at me like I have three heads.
The other question I'm asked quite often is "What made you think of that?", if I change topics. My mind makes so many quick connections and associations between ideas that a conversation on one theme can easily bring me to another, seemingly unrelated subject. I can trace the links using stream of consciousness or synaesthesia, but others just stare at me like I have three heads.
As above!
And I am capable of “putting two and two together “. I remember sitting at work and someone telling the rest of us a story, in French, about the railroad. At the time my schooling in the French language had been some classes in grade seven and eight. I nodded to show I understood and another colleague asked in a snotty tone how could I understand. I said the name of the street our facility was on was Chemin XX and Chemin meant road and that fer (ferrous) was iron. Therefore chemin de fer was railroad. Shut him up for a while.
We had these marvellous books when we were young. They had been my fathers and the set was called Books of Knowledge. They covered all sorts of topics- fiction, fables, languages, sciences, maths. You name it! Thanks to them I learned how to graft trees, but failed sadly at grafting a maple to a lilac.
Mona Pereth wrote:
The point, at least in theory, is to help you gain more self-awareness and help you improve your own process of thinking through your own problems.
How well this works in practice depends on the quality of the therapist -- and apparently you've had some pretty bad ones, judging by what you've said in other threads.
However, if the therapist is capable of doing a good job of it, then helping the client improve one's own problem-solving ability is more helpful in the long run than giving the client a ready-made answer.
This is partially irrelevant, since my parents, not me were paying for my therapy. But when someone is getting paid $100 an hour, be it by me or by the state, to treat me, they BETTER do their damn work! And they better give me the solution I'm paying them to give me. None of that "empowering the patient" crap! Which is most often a lie, anyway. Aspies, on the other hand, are smart enough to know it's a lie, and that makes therapists angry. Hence, the abuse they put aspie patients through.How well this works in practice depends on the quality of the therapist -- and apparently you've had some pretty bad ones, judging by what you've said in other threads.
However, if the therapist is capable of doing a good job of it, then helping the client improve one's own problem-solving ability is more helpful in the long run than giving the client a ready-made answer.
Instead of throwing away $100 an hour, I can save up that money, and go on a cruise or see an escort. Both of which will be astonishingly more helpful than some human garbage who will leave me worse off than I came in.
Oh, and when it comes to therapy, the "long run" is a cop-out and a sham. It's something therapists say, to dangle the solution of front of the patient like a mirage, then yank it away and keep him coming back for as long as possible. I swear, therapists aren't much different than abusers and scammers.
AnneOleson wrote:
I tried to grow penicillin on an orange rind (under my bed).
I did this too - by accident. I left my packed lunch in it's box after the last day of school - 6 weeks later when I went to get my lunch box
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