Annual cycles, neurology, and reframing of life

It fascinates me how, when thinking back over a previous 12-month time span, I’ll feel “closer”, in a way, to the same point in a previous year than I will to the opposing time of year, even though it was a mere 6 months ago–half the elapsed time in question.  (Did that make sense?  I have a feeling I’m going to ramble poetic today.)

Maybe that involves something cosmic; or maybe it has more to do with neurology.  Our brains find it easier to recall previous events when the conditions (surroundings) are similar.  Summer (here in the Northern Hemisphere) seems so far away, much further than last winter.

What was I doing last winter-spring?  Oh, nothing much…  Just beating myself up as I experienced a growing cognitive dissonance between what I expected of myself, versus what I could actually pull off.  The mask I didn’t know I was wearing was beginning to crack.  I was coming up with phrases like “anxiety levels”, “peopled out”, and “well, those are just my quirks (even if I don’t understand them, either)”.

What else was I doing last winter-spring?  What I had done throughout my entire life, of course.  Scribbling notes furiously in classes, knowing I was having trouble forming the mental picture of what was being taught, and also knowing instinctively that I would need to write down everything I could so that I could go back, review those notes later, and conjure up my mental picture then.  I didn’t realize why I was doing this in a conscious sense; I was just doing what I instinctively knew I had to.

I was also trying to figure out why I was so resistant to any type of suggestion.  I either 1) interpreted it as criticism and tuned out, or 2) I reacted with exasperation because I had already tried what was being suggested (probably several times), without any success.  Beating myself up became a Lather, Rinse, Repeat kind of pastime.

I was gradually-yet-suddenly becoming increasingly aware of my need for “transition time”, “alone time” (two more new phrases), and my extreme distaste for being interrupted when I was “deep down” (yet another new phrase) in thought.

I was beginning to recognize myself.  Except that Myself didn’t yet have a name.

It only had faulty wiring, glitches, bugs in the system.  That’s all I saw, so that’s all I knew.

I figured I needed fixing, but couldn’t find the answer.  I figured that if I just did something different until I succeeded, I would eventually figure it out.  I reckoned that eventually, I would run out of wrong ways to do something, and all that would be left to do was the right way.  It would simply take time, right?  It was merely a process of elimination, a numbers game.  If I could/would just be patient, I would eventually see the light.

Ha.

Well, I saw something that’s for sure.  As it turns out, the joke’s on me!  I did indeed see the light, alright.  I’ve mentioned before that it struck me like a lightning bolt.  This “thing”, this way of being, that it turns out that I was (am), that had never occurred to me before, was now staring me in the face, unearthed, dusted off, fully revealed.  Shining, almost blinding me with its brightness.

The code-key to my life had just been handed to me.  I felt like a wealthy person’s sole heir.

Because I truly believe that my autism spectrum status is, at least in (a large) part, my fortune.  A lottery ticket I drew and won.  Oh, it comes with its fine print, of course.  But it’s mine, and no one can take it from me.

A year ago, I was simply bumbling along, alone, confused, and inadequate.  Wondering why I couldn’t do “this” or “that”, like “everybody else”.

It turns out that I sucked at being neurotypical.  But I’m awesome at being autistic/an Aspie.  (It’s OK – NTs are great at being NT, but they’d suck just much at being autistic.)

I proceed forth, down my path, code-key in hand.  Life has changed, and yet it’s the same.  It’s not like I’ve said, “I’m autistic, so I’m quitting my job” (although sometimes, I’ve been tempted to do just that).  I still have my same friends, and we still interact in the same way, with the same frequency.  I still live in the same apartment, and I’m married to the same partner.

But life has indeed changed, in ways that are less tangible, yet (much) more meaningful.  I’ve reunited with myself; for the first time ever, there is actual continuity between my little-girl self, my adolescent self, my younger-adult self, and my now-middle-aged adult self.  My selves are finally somewhat recognizable as the same person, whereas they weren’t before.  (Oh my, I’m referring to myself in the third person plural form. Lol)

As the sun waxes and the chill wanes and the air expands to hold more warmth and humidity (I live in a warm climate), I hold my head with a slight height for the first time.  Not to look down my nose at anyone else, of course, but rather, because I finally feel solid in my own frame.  I finally feel OK about who I am.

I still scribble my notes furiously during classes and conferences.  I still pack my meetings into the mornings, when I’m at my social best and wanting desperately to get them out of the way so that I can sit back in my office and work in solitude for the rest of the day.  I still get “peopled out” (socially exhausted).  I still get a bit ruffled at thinly-veiled criticism marketed to me as “suggestions”.  I still take things way too personally.  There’s no magic wand that’s going to wave away all that.

But I’ve quit beating myself up.  The Lather, Rinse, Repeat pastime has been given the final rinse and shoved down the drain, where it belongs.  I’ve been in the process of identifying, putting words to, and embracing my quirks.

I may still be running a different operating system in a world predominated by the conventional one.  But at least I know now that what I have is indeed a different operating system altogether, and not a corrupted conventional one that needs debugging.

And I’m quite all right with that.  I’m not going to say that life is perfect.  I’m not going to say that it’s easier, either.  In some ways it is, but in other ways, it’s harder.  Self-awareness is a double-edged sword; it points out my advantages and it lets me off of some hooks by spelling out what I really can and can’t do.  It vindicates me.  But it also illuminates challenges that I hadn’t realized existed.  It’s not that those challenges didn’t exist, it’s just that I hadn’t been aware of their presence.  Becoming aware of them can make one more aware of stress.  While that’s helpful, it can also be unpleasant.  But, well, that’s life, and overall, I’m relieved to have finally made the discovery.

Next up: conquering the world.  😉

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  1. I love where you talk about a continuity between yourselves at various points in your life. I first got a clue about ten years ago that I could be autistic but I wasn’t sure, and it was sort of a slow process over a few years. But since I became sure in it a few years ago I have experienced something akin to what you describe.

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        1. Wow, awesome! 👏🏼👏🏼. When you publish, please feel free to let me know; I would love to read it if I may 😊💜💙

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          1. I wrote some. It kind of needed to come out. I never opened up about in a public space like this and was feeling strongly like I at least want to open the door. It is far from the whole story and I am not sure I have it well organized. But I can always add later.

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          2. Good for you, my friend! 👏🏼👏🏼 I’m excited for you 😊❤️

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  2. Another copy/paste from Roger…👍😘😎

    fabulous [ fab-yuh-luhs ]
    Main Entry: fabulous
    Part of Speech: adjective
    Definition: amazing, wonderful
    Synonyms: 10, A-1, A-OK, aces, astonishing, astounding, awesome, best, breathtaking, cool*, doozie, extravagant, fab, fantastic, fictitious, first-class, greatest, groovy*, immense, inconceivable, incredible, legendary, marvelous, mind-blowing*, out-of-sight, out-of-this-world, outrageous, peachy*, phenomenal, primo, prodigious, rad, remarkable, spectacular, striking, stupendous, super, superb, terrific, top drawer, tops, turn-on, unbelievable, unreal, wicked*

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    1. Ooooh!!! I’d forgotten about wicked. 🙌🏼🙌🏼. Omg what kind of self-respecting Gen X could forget about wicked??

      Btw, that is an astonishing thesaurus! 👏🏼👏🏼. Good stuff 😊💚💙

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  3. I really enjoyed reading your look back at last Spring. I’ll admit that somehow the details of a year past are sort of lost for me. But I do often go back and read my posts and e-mails, and then suddenly it’s like yesterday.

    I have bipolar disorder and what is common (including for me) is that we often have the same types of episodes (like depression or hypomania/mania) in certain seasons. Spring usually brings a mood elevation for me. I can already see it brewing now.

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind words 😊. I can relate to what you said, and I think that the same would have held true for me had I not blogged so incessantly (lol) 😉. It *is* almost like yesterday, too, isn’t it?

      The lovely NT people in my life often marvel at my memory skills, but what they may not realize is that I cheat a little 😉. I use anchors like music and journaling (and now blogging) to establish mile markers in life. When I hear the song, read the journal entry or the post, etc, I’m immediately taken back to the same place and this triggers (in an OK way, usually not a bad way) various memories of different time periods throughout my life, complete with the details 😊.

      I can also relate to the seasonal yin and yang of personal natural energy; I’m actually still trying to figure out if I have bipolar tendencies. The jury is out; I’ve scored negative on screenings for it, but I very much feel the ebb and flow of energy with the seasons. And there have been times when I needed a *lot* less sleep and life seemed to be a party in a way, only to sink down a few months later into emotional depths I couldn’t justify or explain. Do you have any thoughts on this? I know some about bipolar (mostly medical model shizz), but little from the first hand perspective. 😊

      Emotions are interesting things, aren’t they? ❤️

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      1. Yes, those “anchors” are so important sometimes. I remember when studying psychology (specifically cognitive psychology) they explained how such anchors help pull information out of the long-term memory. It’s amazing how sometimes the recollections can even bring back emotions and feelings of excitement or stress.

        I think in a comment to one of your earlier posts I mentioned that both of my nephews were dxd with Asperger’s Syndrome. The youngest of the two really had a hard time of it (not sure if his Asperger’s played any part) and also received a dx of bipolar disorder. He mostly suffered from terrible depression, but also had periods of extreme agitation. He was hospitalized 8 times when so young. But for quite a while now his moods have been quite stable. His psychiatrist now just gives him an antidepressant instead of a moodstabilizer and/or antipsychotic. So I’m not sure if he really does have a “full blown” bipolar dx. But bipolar disorder, just as autism, has a spectrum of disorders.

        Emotions are very interesting things. I wrote a lot about some recent emotions in my post about Beethoven.

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        1. Oh wow! Thank you so kindly for sharing what you said 💜. I remember the first comment about your nephews, yes – amazing kids! What they’ve gone through already at such young ages is astounding 💙. I’m so glad that your younger nephew needs only the antidepressant! Does that seem to do the trick? 💓

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          1. So far the antidepressant is doing the trick. He hated taking the moodstabilizer and antipsychotic in the past. I hope that he does not suffer from any depression or hypomania/mania in the future. Perhaps the symptoms he had originated from something else. I hope.

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  4. You amaze and inspire me. Wonderful entry. I like how you explain what you sense, see, and experience. it gives me a much-needed understanding of your condition and autism in general. I believe with all my heart that persons with autism, downs syndrome, and other such disabilities are geniuses in many areas. People misinterpret disability. I have been disabled for twenty-five years. My definition of disability is: (n.) – the inability to comprehend and accept that everyone is different

    Did you know that Einstein had a learning disability and a speech difficulty, and he couldn’t speak until he was 9 years old?

    Bless you! 🌺

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind words! 😊. I love your definition of disability 👏🏼👏🏼. Thank you for the FunFact about Einstein, too! Definitely one of my role models! I wouldn’t be surprised if he had been Asperger’s/autistic as well. I know that delves into the murky waters of armchair diagnosis, which is in itself controversial, but it’s fun to think about 😊. Bless you as well! 💖

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