Different: Asperger's Syndrome

Uploaded by NewGlobalEd on 13.06.2012

bjbj Loneliness Hurt Confusion Misunderstanding People complain about isolation, that it's
them against the world...but they have no idea what it really means. What if you were
born different? What if you didn't understand emotions? What if you couldn't make friends
because you were afraid of social interaction...afraid to talk to people because they gave you weird
looks, they laughed, and they just plain ignored you when you felt you had done nothing wrong?
Welcome to my life. I was born with Asperger's syndrome, the mildest of the Autism Spectrum
Disorders. My life has been a jumble of anger, loneliness, and confusion. It was a lot easier
being a hermit than to try and make friends. Making friends meant talking, and talking
always made things worse. When you have Asperger s syndrome, it comes with the burden of mind
blindness. Imagine if you couldn t interpret emotions, and instead you got a constrant
stream of questions. Why is that boy smiling? Does he like me? Confusion, confusion, confusion.
While others laugh and smile, I can only awkwardly stand by and listen, trying to understand
what was so funny about the words spoken. I fail miserably at making small talk, being
unable to find a spark of connection with the other person. And if I do open my mouth
to speak, I have tendency to talk forever. I ve long since learned, that no matter how
interested I am in telling you all about Albert Einstein, you don t have that same interest.
My speech is dotted with long strings of words and abrupt transitions. I interpret things
literally. Tell me that he was a dirty old man, and I will think of an elderly man covered
in dust and rags. Clumsiness dominates my movements, and often times, my only relief
from misery is to burst into tears and angry, nonsensical babbling. It hasn t been easy.
Being in the dark part of the spotlight can be confusing, but with strength and encouragement
from family and friends, I m finding my way out of my shell. There are many more people
out there like me. They are not so fortunate as to receive comfort from those closest to
them. Instead, they are bullied, called retarded, losers, freaks. We ve all been teased at sometime,
but this type of teasing goes beyond laughter; it s a hateful slaughtering of joy, a cruel
destruction of one s soul. And those that stand by and watch, those that simply shake
their heads are just making it worse. But no more. Next time you walk down those orange
halls that make up your high school, think about the people that pass by How well do
you know the inner workings of their mind? We pass by people in the hallways, eating,
talking, doing activities. But do we REALLY know them? We see them, but we cannot really
empathize with them. Judgment is passed too quickly; novels like The Crucible by Arthur
Miller atone for that. Just as people who were supposedly witches were judged and attacked
by their society, we with Asperger s Syndrome have been treated the same way. We re assumed
to be stupid, loners, too serious. Well, I m as much of a human as you are, nothing more,
nothing less. I m just as intelligent. People with Asperger s Syndrome are just people.
We can't change the fact that we're different. Understand us. See the beauty of our talents.
Because in the end, we are all different. We wouldn't be who we are today if we were
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