I'm compelled to attend a mandatory workshop being run by a business psychologist. Is there any evidence to show that popular psychology is invalid when applied to workers on the autistic spectrum? Because it really seems totally irrelevant and nonsensical , not to mention uncomfortable levels of sharing personal thoughts with other workers who haven't earned my respect @actuallyautistic
@actuallyautistic#actuallyautistic Someone mentioned "odd" sleep schedules the other day; I think I finally experienced a good dose of the "odd."
Went to bed Sunday night around 1:30 AM, slept until 2:00 PM somehow. Tried to go to bed Monday night at 1:30 AM but was wide awake. Decided to stay up until sunrise because why not, there was no point in trying to get sleep. Still wide awake, I thought taking a shower at 5:30 AM would be productive.
@chevalier26@actuallyautistic After decades of observation, I have learned that I have ‘windows’ and if I miss them I have to wait about four hours for another. If I plan I can work this to advantage; usually go to bed at nightfall but if out visiting end up going to bed at what most consider ‘normal’
For what sort of toots could I use hashtags like #ActuallyAutistic or the previous two I just used?
I Toot quite a bit about me and my quirky way life. But I never really know if I "should" add any ND hashtags as the "silly" things I Toot about are quite normal to me. If that makes sense 🤔...
I'm proud enough, these days, of who I am. But I wonder if and when it would be good to add some of these tags... Maybe it could help connect with other peeps like me 😇.
I have half formed thoughts about autism and externality. Not sure if "externality" is the right word?
I seem to be much more entangled with objects and my environment than most people, and I think that's a autistic (and ADHD?) thing.
Having to use notes and lists to remember things and organise my thinking, as if my memory resides as much on paper and digitally, as it does in my brain.
Having strong empathy for non-living things, as if harming them is harming myself.
My relationship with my home: I don't really feel safe and relaxed anywhere else, and I strongly dislike other people (except for my husband) being in my space. As if my space is an extension of myself.
All of these things feel like different manifestations of the boundaries between myself and everything else being blurred.
I've been trying to understand what it means that an autistic brain is bombarded with so much information. We spent some time at our summer cottage and I think I got some insight in this.
Instead of seeing the lake in front of my eyes, everywhere I looked I saw a detail. Its size would vary but it would still be a detail. A swan there, its partner there, no leaves on that tree yet, what a cool pattern on the small waves, what does it look like when I move my eyes this way, or that way, a car on the opposite shore, the shadow of the tree, I wonder what seagulls those are etc. A new detail with every single glance.
At the same time my attention tried to keep track of the dog and listened to birds singing and bumblebees flying around.
Now I wonder what it feels like just to see the lake.
