Quote from: Sabby on Jul 07, 2018, 03:48:50 AM
I have a job now. Working part time at an Indian restaurant. It's one of the most stressful things I've ever done but I'm keeping my head above water. Plenty of f**k ups, but boss is pretty understanding. Only done 3 shifts and I know I've improved. Even got a tip for good service.
Though, I did have to cut my hair pretty short. Between the loss of the metal locks, 90% humidity, thigh rash and all the stressful social interaction, I'm feeling every bit the fat, unprepared, awkward, clinically anxious Autismo I am, but somehow I'm managing.
If it is not an intrusion from a stranger, I once attempted to work in the kitchens in a nursing home: dear God, I was incompetent. You are doing better than I ever did.
This is an interesting thread and a kindly meant one, thank you. I will give my own conditions and hope you will all forgive me my oddities.
There's rather a list:
Asperger's Syndrome, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (purely obsessional), intrusive thoughts, depression, sleep-paralysis, night-terrors.
Medication:
Diazepam (Valium) 60mg daily.
Fluoxetine (Prozac) 80mg daily.
Quetiapine (i.e. fumarate of quetiapine) 700mg daily.
Zopiclone (sleeping-pills) 7.5mg daily.
I can only offer my sincerest good wishes to fellow sufferers. I have been in a mental hospital, which was really quite a black time.
I ''present'' as very stiff, awkward, clumsy to the point of absurdity, old-fashioned a bookworm, chronically anxious and reliant on sedatives.
I regret that I do not work save for occasional corrections of manuscripts for a small fee (though, to my great delight, some poems of mine were published a little while ago in an amateur periodical: a fee of but ten pounds, but that was the better part of the cost of a bottle of wine for Mother!). I remain with my dear mother (almost my last surviving relative on speaking terms -- life is quite emphatically unfair), who fortunately receives a fairly generous Civil Service pension and we are poor enough but a fairly happy home life (my twin sister is bipolar, autistic and an alcoholic, absolutely chaotic life, poor little devil).
I confess, with regard to nightmares and night terrors, which I have always had, although I hate and dread them there are times I would not be without them: the veil between this world and the nightmare images of a Bosch or a Giger is thinner then than ever.
OCD is horrible, I can't say how I loathe it. I hate it more than I hate anything, I think. Thank God I have a civil and erudite CBT therapist who will talk to me from time to time. Please get outdoors if you can, once you close the doors and barricade yourself in it is hard to get back out again. I cannot talk, I'm sitting here like the Flourishing Professor in Bunyan's
Pilgrim's Progress, but I am assured it does help!
Asperger's is interesting: certainly I don't feel the lack of conventional social structures (girlfriend, chums or mates, nights ''down the pub'') as I have essentially lived in libraries as long as I can remember, starting with my aunt's private collection (which sounds really rather grand, sadly all sold long ago to pay our debts!).
I suppose a normal mental and nervous structure is an elaborate quale that I cannot be made to understand or appreciate (quale is the singular of qualia, a quality as perceived by a person and incapable of certain transmission or of certain recognition in another: how does one explain to a blind man the colour red? A. and B. can agree that item C. is red, but it is impossible to determine if A. perceives the same colour as B.)
I have always felt drawn by the uncanny.
Some favourite quotes:
''I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.'' -- HPL
''I am afraid of my visions'' -- HRG
''Thro' the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
Past the wan-moon'd abysses of night,
I have liv'd o'er my lives without number,
I have sounded all things with my sight;
And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.
I have whirl'd with the earth at the dawning,
When the sky was a vaporous flame;
I have seen the dark universe yawning,
Where the black planets roll without aim;
Where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or lustre or name.'' -- HPL
Unfortunately the sheer dosage of narcotics has reduced my brain to a treacly pace, it took a very long time to compose this. Thank you for your patience in reading this, I don't talk a great deal about it all and it is a bizarre release to write about it.