There is no problem with nose prints, or that crumb snatching bird.
There are a lot more viewers than posters. We have out share of brain rot, have quit doing more than most have thought about, and are still going. Most of the people I really hated in life died a long time ago. I am a Senior Child now.
I get the toys I want. Magnatix are cool. plastic covered rod magnets, and ball bearings, anything can be built. I have a stereo zoom microscope that cost as much as a car.
I do have a general interest in life, but the middle ranks seem so lost to me. I like the kiddies. I am the waco grandfather that calls their parents generation children, and not very good ones. The kiddies cannot go around saying that, but they can smile and agree. Someone is on to them. Like AS, it is a lot better when you are not alone.
Young and old have a lot in common. We want to enjoy our time. Self is the most important thing to both groups. The middle is a mess. Blessed with wackoism they are wannabe NTs.
Young adults who think they should find true love, but are not willing to take a good look at themselves, fix up what they can, and get out there and shop, shop, shop. They would put more effort into buying a used car.
People who want the world to change to adjust to their AS. Not even on WP.
People who want to change themselves to fit in the world. Like TV.
Those who think they can become unconfused by listening to Psychobabble.
Those who think everything will suddenly become great when they find the right drug mix.
Parents seeking approval for their do it your self child abuse. They could not fix a clogged drain.
The ones I like,
I get along with my child, I have just learned they have AS, and we agree on everything. Please help.
I am in my forties, and have just noticed what a strange life it has been, anybody else see this?
I am 60, I always thought I was the only one, now I find WP, and there are thousands who should be paying me royalities.
Senior Children who never had anyone to play with we can help,
the forty something, it is like a drug that wears off, a long puberty, something, you are over that but still human, so watch it.
the mother and child, we are you and you are us and we will do anything to help you if we can play with the toys, and have some cookies.
And to the kiddies, what subject would you like an expert lifetime opinion on? I have a lot of well developed stuff that I cannot take with me, so who wants to know about what? Mentoring.
I have been here intensely for six weeks.
There is no use trying with the dieing.
There are some very productive things we can do.
The kiddies have to talk in teen code, there are old people around. When the pill heads start telling them about shrinks, they type something in Leet, and meet at a new place. When I offer help, just leave it for them, they thank me. I do not join in their conversation, but do pay attention, and will address unanswered problems in a constructive way.
I encourage their work, writting, drawing, as I would any artist, and have no problem saying the smartest, most knowledgable, most up to date expert on that subject is 14 or 16, and referring the question to them.
In two recent, KBABZ posted to mothers with children. both were very concerned, medical stuff, therapy, eye contact issues, big time fears, and after a few back and forth they met the monster they had feared, KBABZ, and dropped the medical and therapy, sided with their kids, and if the kid turns out half as good as KBABZ, they would consider themselves lucky parents. In a few paragraphs he banished huge fears, and replaced them with joy and hope.
The long posts of the Dinos keep the short druggged attention spans at bay. Being old does come with thinking in larger than paragraphs. The lack of a theme is the theme. We all have good and bad days, when it is good, it raises all of our spirits. when it is bad, get it out, but dont expect more than a muffin and cup of tea. Not changing has a great value.
It is not what is said, but saying it, getting it out, we are survivors from another age. Most of the people I have ever known are dead. We have that in common, and the mental set, that I think our last words will be a one liner, that will have the attending doctor and nurse rolling on the floor laughing.
04 Apr 2007, 4:55 am
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