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Being Female for One Aspie

  • Posted on June 15, 2010

I recently embarked upon a relaxing vacation.¹ Being that I haven’t done anything like that for around three decades, the trip confirmed several things I already suspected. Unfortunately, now that I’m back home and again with sleep deprivation, I’ve returned to what caused me to need that experience in the first place. Because of that, exhaustion has already diminished my ability to explain details. I can tell my brain is deteriorating faster than it should be. That could be partly why I’m less able to write posts for my blog.

I’m tempted to quit writing altogether, but if I don’t try my best to use what I’ve got left of my brain’s capacities, the capacities that still remain will degenerate even faster. This negative progression is not mental illness. It is a natural physical aging that is happening at a faster than normal rate. It is being enhanced by post-menopause. Getting older is a fact of life and there is no such thing as reversing the aging process. All one can do is slow it down.

Most older women already know how diet and exercise play a vital part in protecting health, but few are aware of the other factors some people have which hinder even the simplest of tasks. There are a couple of reasons I’m bringing attention to this. The first has to do with what I was once told. It was, “Everyone has problems.” What I wonder is how many people realize that (generally speaking) the less obvious the problems are, the more they can cause problems. These kinds of problems come from those who like to judge others without personally being capable of knowing the challenges another person may have to deal with. We are all human, but we are not all alike neurologically.

The second reason behind me telling about my post-menopause experience is so other women can have an enhanced perspective to see their own journey on this path. Women tend to be interested in what others go through with pregnancy and the labor of child birth, so why not also that time of life when those events are no longer possible?

To balance things out, I’ll first briefly share about my two pregnancies and labor experiences. In a nutshell, they apparently were not typical. I especially know this now that my daughter just gave birth to my third grandchild just recently (May 26th to be precise). I had hoped hers would have been as easy as what I went through, but it wasn’t. What she went through to have her three children was more the norm for women who have natural childbirth. My children were both born at home with the minimal amount of prenatal routines. I don’t even know what it’s like to “push” in order to give birth or what “labor pains” are. Pardon the odd way of describing it, but I know no other way than to describe it as being like an upside-down regurgitation (minus the intense nausea). I’m sure having a full moon during each of those events, along with remaining upright (rather than reclining), had some influence.

Now things have flip-flopped. It’s as if what blessed me to escape the usual unpleasantries of child bearing has turned into a curse. To some, this might not make sense, especially since you’d think that a hyper-sensitive nervous system would be a recipe for enhanced challenges with child birth. I can only guess that it’s because of being hyper-sensitive those experiences for me were not difficult. I easily knew what to do versus what not to do. Number one on my list was to stay as far away from hospitals as possible at all times (which is what I do anyhow). A hospital (even if it’s a “child birthing center”) would freak me out. I knew long in advance I needed the freedom to be able to go walk off alone into the woods or a field, while in labor, and come back indoors when I was ready to deliver (in my way, at my time). I wouldn’t even consider Lamaze classes, because (to me) that didn’t seem natural or necessary; plus, it would have been a waste of my money. In my mind, giving birth didn’t need to be any different from how a wild animal deals with it.

Maybe it’s because I’m a human being living in a “modern” society that post-menopause is a curse for me? I’ve had hot flashes long enough to see a personal pattern evolve. Because I’ve become conditioned in two decades to respond the way I have to minor incidences like a cat vomiting in the night or juice being spilled by a child, I can no longer control the snowballing destructive chain reactions such things have on my body. Hot flashes have become like a personal bio-feedback machine to me. There is a direct correlation between adrenaline production and hot flashes. First comes the anxiety producing event, then immediately afterward an overwhelming wave of heat is triggered, usually followed by a major emotional disruption. The mood alteration sometimes is immediate, but often times it’s repressed and vents out later (e.g., the next day).

After having done research to learn about what is going on physically inside my body and why during post-menopause, I again know what to do versus what not to do. Again I know not to go the route most others may choose to travel (e.g., using pharmaceutical products). Being that I’m more hyper-sensitive now than ever before in my life, it is imperative my environment be as much under my control as possible. Being that people (including myself) are like chemicals which produce reactions, socializing must be done with caution when there is the combination of heightened hyper-sensitivity and post-menopause. It’s not just relationships that must be monitored closely. Sounds, lights, temperatures, tastes, smells, textures, etc., all have a strong impact upon basic bodily functions like sleep, energy, memory, thinking ability, muscular strength, etc.

It’s too bad that there is very little research in the area of post-menopausal Asperger women. The younger Aspies are, the more the medical community is interested. This is especially so for Asperger females. Since Aspergers isn’t something a person outgrows or “has,” but rather is what one may be, there are plenty of opportunities for us older Aspies to add to, and/or refine, the existing relatively crude information that already exists about Aspergers. For example, the article Asperger’s Syndrome and Unequal Reaction to Pain by Nelle Frances, contains useful information. It would be interesting to see how data like that could be related to what David Zava, Ph.D. says in his interview on How Cortisol Levels Affect Thyroid Function and Aging that’s published on the Virginia Hopkins Health Watch website.

¹Little did I know I’d be on another one four days after publishing this post! If you’re interested in nature photos, I have plenty connected to my vacation tag on my casual blog.

What a profound piece!

  • Posted on December 17, 2008

While the neurotypical world tries to put together pieces for creating a picture of the Asperger mind, I’ve been busy assembling my pieces to understand the neurotypical mind. Within that puzzle, is another dimension → those born with a new nature matching Christ’s versus those left to be ruled by human nature.

The revelation that hit me today seems beyond my being able to describe it. Maybe that’s actually the ideal condition to be in for writing about it?  I can’t think of any emotion I’m not feeling. There is shock, grief, anger, joy, humor, and probably others which haven’t hit me yet (unless I’ve covered them all?).

For almost a year now, I wondered why people who know me in person do not want me knowing they read my blog. I see other blogs where writers don’t encounter this same experience. That blogger’s friends and family have no problem acknowledging that they view his blog. I’ve gotten to see that in my case, people would rather drop dead before talking about what I have online. After today, that mystery no longer exists, praise God!

This new insight, which will permanently change the way I am socially, began while re-reading the book, “A Dangerous Woman,” by Mary McGarry Morris.¹ On page 132 (the hardcover version), I came across the words, “People who revealed too much of themselves inevitably wanted something back. She smiled at the sudden image of a little boy with his underpants circling his ankles as he waited for her to pull hers down too.” (Maybe to fully understand these quoted words in context, you’ll have to read the book.) Almost immediately after I read that, I thought of my blog and wondered if and/or how many people think I want something from them because of how much I reveal of myself to others.

Here is what I learned by opening that can of worms (these are not my words; this is what was bravely told to me):

People who know me in person, already have a prejudice formed in their mind about me. Because of their pride (human nature), they want to find fault with me. They don’t like how much my life improves from my growing contentment over who I am becoming (they feel jealous). I’ve been known as being a very ‘needy’ person (they viewed me as being very lonely). People secretively want to devalue me so they can boost their own self-worth, but to my face they present a mask hoping for me to think otherwise. That explains the inconsistency between how they act in person versus in private, along with why my blog is a taboo subject to bring up. People who refuse to reveal their interest in reading my blog do so because they really don’t like me (that’s why it pains them to watch me enjoy anything). That also explains why they laugh at me when things happen which upset me.²

I used to reveal too much of myself because of an intense desire to create a friendship as quickly as possible. What I wanted is the same thing everyone wants→  acceptance, companionship, and some positive attention sometimes.

After I reached the point of knowing that the more I wanted a friend, the less likely it was going to happen, I knew I had to give it up. If a friendship was to ever develop in my life, it wasn’t going to be because of me being a friend. The usual outcome my acts of kindness  got me was taken advantage of. I find that ironic. Human nature being as it is, makes it so that people who are in need (lonely) are not the ones who get (companionship). The less lonely a person is, the more likely others will develop a friendship with that person. The more popular someone appears, the more popular they become (what a stupid cycle fools pedal…geez!)

Pride is the only reason someone would stay away from a person who the community perceives as behaving in a humiliating fashion. I find that hypocritical!

Being an Aspie who has a new nature with affections that match God’s, will always motivate me to love all people (love is not the same thing as like). What makes the difference in the way I will now view the people wearing masks comes from finally understanding why God says what he does in Hebrews 11:36-40, especially verse 38, “(Of whom the world was not worthy) they wandered in deserts, and in mountains, and in dens and caves of the earth.”

Whoever might think I want something because I blog as I do, is grossly mistaken. I could easily pull the plug on my blog and delete the whole thing right now without it bothering me. I’m sure it wouldn’t bother them either, but because society should be better educated about Aspergers, this blog is here for now. Something like the truth about Aspergers isn’t about what or who is popular. It’s about the possibility of making one person’s life better because one other person has learned the hard way.

¹The main character in the story, Martha Horgan, portrays an excellent example of a non-Christian Aspie woman. Here are some other parts from her book which ‘slapped’ me in the face:

On page 54, “Her foot tapped, impatiently, as if she were in a hurry, on her way somewhere, as if SHE had more important things to do.”

On page 126, “‘Then will you tell John I didn’t steal his money; that I’d like my job back?’ ‘Well, I’ll certainly mention it,’ Birdy said, her voice like her smile, suddenly too bright. She had seen Birdy do this to others. She was being placated. Being humored.’”

On page 262, “‘So what’re you saying?’ She shrugged. ‘There’s something about me people hate.’ ‘What?’ He looked at her. ‘Your three legs? Your four arms? Your two heads?’ ‘I don’t know what.’ He squinted, as if appraising her through a lens. ‘I’ll tell you what it is. But it’s not hate. They’re afraid. They’re afraid of what they don’t understand. What they don’t know how to deal with. It’s a power you possess, and people fear it.’ His voice rose excitedly. ‘You don’t even understand it, because, when you look at people, you SEE them. Something in your eyes goes right through people, and it’s unnerving, and so they react negatively.’”

²Usually they manage to ‘cover up’ their glee when looking at me, but not always. There are times they don’t have a chance to get their mask on fast enough when they’re caught off guard.

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