Self-diagnosis

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I'm perhaps at a different stage of the discussion. Sorry - I'm in a different time zone from a lot of you guys. Went to sleep, and in the meanwhile a lot had happened.

I don't like throwing the word "autistic" around, precisely because it could be something else. That's why I like the word "people". That's a good word that shows respect. I didn't mean to describe WP as an unspecific mental health club, although it may seem so from my last post - it's just that I don't want to throw labels around, and I can only speculate about myself and the people reading these posts.

I've met a lot of really wonderful people here though. People can present themselves as autistic or non-autistic; I don't care so much. All I care about is that I've met some people who struggle with the same challenges as I do, and a lot of funny, kind and tolerant people. A bunch of stubborn bastards too, but that's part of it, innit?

One just has to roll with the punches in life. Crap happens. I don't always react well to things. I isolate myself. I withdraw into a complacent world of doing weird things like watch old bowling matches on YouTube.

I used to react like a whirling dervish to bullies--but I found out, at some point, that it serves no purpose to get all upset at people who, after all, must have their own problems if they feel the need to bully.

I tend to be simple with my phraseology because that's the way my mind works. I hate "platitudes" as much as the next person. I haven't read a "self-help" book in over 30 years. I don't tend towards introspection; perhaps this is why I'm not expansive in my statements.

I have to feel in a certain mood in order for my mind to be extremely inductive and associative. I tend towards the quick solution, and the use of deductive reasoning. This, partially, could be attributed to the somewhat limited time I have sometimes. However, I do have a "hyper" nature, and sometimes I don't think things through properly.

I adopt a "I yam what I yam" attitude because, all my life, people have tried to change me. They tried to get me to follow all the social norms, all the latest trends. People would be embarrassed to introduce me to their friends, because they were afraid I would commit some social faux pas or other.

It's a defensive reaction, sure. But it feels good to knock pretentious people down with your bluntness.

I wish I always said the "right thing." But what I say, inevitably, will not resonate with everybody.

I have cogitated over my shortcomings quite a bit; I find that a useless exercise because, via my experience, it has kept me from climbing the ladder out of the Abyss.

I also feel, strongly, that anything that's broken can get fixed eventually. It might take time.

Or if it can't get fixed, replace it with something similar.

I should also thank Neil for saying what he said.

Sometimes, I don't thank people enough; sometimes, I take people too much for granted.

No need, i think SkiBum is great too and she got an apology, I was just trying to address the imbalance.

There are times when I really feel like living in the UK.

I'm thinking of the White Cliffs of Dover (where I've been)

and the Lake District (where I have not been).

I live in the Cotswolds it's lovely, bring a rain coat, jumper and wellies though it can be quite wet.

Thanks!

LOL...I'll have to learn what a "jumper" and "Wellies" are.

That'll be part of me emigrating to the UK--knowing their terms for things. I think I'm pretty good at this, though.
What we call a "shopping cart" you folks call a "trolley." A "parking lot" is a "carpark/car park" in the UK.

Oh, okay! Your "jumper" is our "sweater." Your "Wellies" is our "galoshes," "totes," or "rubbers."

My UK friend was stunned when I didn't know what "Zed" meant. We say "Zee."

The most important thing to know is that French fries are "chips", and potato chips are "crisps".
And cookies are "biscuits".
And Yorkshire pudding is not pudding. Neither is black pudding or white pudding.

Well done, a jumper is a sweater I think and wellies is short for Wellington boots, invented by the Duke of Wellington. I don't know what you call them though.

In NYC, we used to call the "tote" type of galoshes "rubbers."

Of course, it's one name for a condom, too.

Then I'll invite Skibum to my place - we can go skiing