Hello, I have asberger's

Its been a while since I posted so I have several things to say, but the title is the attention getter,
I haven't been posting much lately, and Ninja's latest post explains some of the reasons, the internet is slow, my computer is crap, and The God Hermes and I may have some issues to sort out.
The times I have checked, I did not notice any of my old friends posting on anything that caught my interest or seemed new, and I wondered if they were as burnt out and/or otherwise occupied as I.
So, Hello, Ninja, Arouet, Prof Wag, Craig Browning, Craig Weiling, Winston, and all at SCECOP. What's up in your lives. Feel free to direct me to any posts about that, or posts you think I might find interesting.
As for being burnt out, I feel like I am living in a Tom Clancy rewrite of Brave New World and 1984, while the Mass Media is praising Atlas shrugging.
Now, to explain the title. First, it is true,I think, to the extent I accept any medical diagnosis. Second, it introduces me better than "I am schizophrenic" although the other is a valid medical assessment, and merely lacks the genetic origin of the condition.
I was diagnosed as a hebephrenic schizophrenic just before they removed it from the list of menral illnesses, or, as I said, "I was diagnosed as apathetic, then they decided I was just lethargic." Then I was diagnosed as manic depressive, then I finally went into a full blown mystagogogic state that slowly relapsed into habitual robotry, then the latest episodes of mental adventures began with the loss of marraige and the constitution, and people who were aware of asberger's, including family started identifying me as having it. Psychologically, I discovered the mental experiences of people with asberger's were the only ones I had heard of that resembled my own, and I had been looking for such since childhood. People with aspie's also understand me.
Finally, I recently saw a friend's child, who is autistic, "pitch a fit" or, as his mother said "he is watching a movie in his head..." "...and those are his sound effects!" I finished, "I used to do that myself!"
Personally, I thank my mother's god she was a Christian Scientists, and no doctor was ever told I pitched fits in Texas in the 60s.
I haven't been posting much lately, and Ninja's latest post explains some of the reasons, the internet is slow, my computer is crap, and The God Hermes and I may have some issues to sort out.
The times I have checked, I did not notice any of my old friends posting on anything that caught my interest or seemed new, and I wondered if they were as burnt out and/or otherwise occupied as I.
So, Hello, Ninja, Arouet, Prof Wag, Craig Browning, Craig Weiling, Winston, and all at SCECOP. What's up in your lives. Feel free to direct me to any posts about that, or posts you think I might find interesting.
As for being burnt out, I feel like I am living in a Tom Clancy rewrite of Brave New World and 1984, while the Mass Media is praising Atlas shrugging.
Now, to explain the title. First, it is true,I think, to the extent I accept any medical diagnosis. Second, it introduces me better than "I am schizophrenic" although the other is a valid medical assessment, and merely lacks the genetic origin of the condition.
I was diagnosed as a hebephrenic schizophrenic just before they removed it from the list of menral illnesses, or, as I said, "I was diagnosed as apathetic, then they decided I was just lethargic." Then I was diagnosed as manic depressive, then I finally went into a full blown mystagogogic state that slowly relapsed into habitual robotry, then the latest episodes of mental adventures began with the loss of marraige and the constitution, and people who were aware of asberger's, including family started identifying me as having it. Psychologically, I discovered the mental experiences of people with asberger's were the only ones I had heard of that resembled my own, and I had been looking for such since childhood. People with aspie's also understand me.
Finally, I recently saw a friend's child, who is autistic, "pitch a fit" or, as his mother said "he is watching a movie in his head..." "...and those are his sound effects!" I finished, "I used to do that myself!"
Personally, I thank my mother's god she was a Christian Scientists, and no doctor was ever told I pitched fits in Texas in the 60s.