Mike's Asperger page


Welcome to my Asperger page.  Bienvenue à ma page d'Asperger.  Read my lips: this is an old-school, no-frills web page.  No java script.  No applets.  No cascading style sheets.  No wild & crazy graphics.  Nothing that could crash your browser or make this page slow to load even with a high-speed connection.  This page will not stream music when opened.  And no frames to boot!

If you've come here by clicking on my home page, you will know that I have Asperger Syndrome (AS), a.k.a. "autism light".  Beyond noting that AS is a social disability and Pervasive Developmental Disorder that shares a few things with autism, I am not going to explain in detail what Asperger Syndrome is, or describe the DSM-IV diagnostic criteria used by mental health professionals, as these topics are more than adequately dealt with by OASIS (Online Asperger Syndrome Information & Support).  I won't even get into the argument over whether AS and "high functioning autism" are one and the same.  Rather, I will offer a number of brief takes on the impact of AS on my current Homo sapiens incarnation, version 1959.03.18, build XY.

It's open to debate whether some karma from a previous lifetime is responsible for having AS in this one.  Although there is a hereditary aspect to AS, I don't know of any blood relative, living or deceased, who has AS or who may have had it.  I am willing to bet that low birth weight and my mother's smoking while pregnant played a role.

Like most people with AS over a certain age, I was never diagnosed with it in childhood -- the reason being that virtually no one had even heard of AS before about 1994.  Consequently, I spent much of my LBJ and Nixon-era childhood years wearing labels such as "emotionally ill" thanks to school psychologists and psychiatrists who were barking up the wrong tree.  But in their defense, since almost nothing was known about AS in those days, they didn't know which tree to bark up.  Hans Asperger, the physician who first described the syndrome while working in Nazi-occupied Austria in 1944, didn't even have his research translated into English for almost 50 years.  Although Dr. Asperger wasn't in the same evil Nazi scientist category as, say, Dr. Mengele (can you imagine finding a reference such as "in experiments on identical twins, Mengele [1943] found..." in a scholarly paper or dissertation?), his research couldn't have been published without approval of the Gestapo.

To say that my grade school, middle school/junior high, and summer camp years sucked would be an insult to hard-working, upstanding cocksuckers everywhere.  The other kids were quick to take advantage of my lack of social skills and clumsy athletic abilities.  Being the butt of practical jokes, teasing and bullying isn't much fun.  While my teachers knew that I had "special needs", they had no idea how to go about providing them beyond years of utterly useless sessions with a child psychiatrist.  For the most part, I was left alone to sink or swim (mostly sink).  There was one kid in my 4th grade class, Jill Rutherford, who I would bet the farm had AS.   When the class was reading  Charlotte's Web, she asked if Templeton the rat was a Rattus norvegicus or Rattus rattus!  (I only questioned how it was possible for rats, pigs and even spiders to speak literate English!)  I don't recall any other possible AS kids among my classmates. But at Camp Northland, there was one cabin-mate who had Tourette's syndrome and would occasionally let fly random strings of "shitfuckshitfuckshitfuckshitfuckshitfuck", or "Mary Jo Kopechne...Mary Jo Kopechne...Mary Jo Kopechne..." (that's how I remember Chappaquiddick!).

And high school?  Let's just say that Paul Simon hit the nail right on the proverbial head: "When I think of all the crap I learned in high school, it's a wonder I can think at all."  After ninth grade, the other kids stopped teasing, bullying and playing practical jokes.  They just ignored me.  I withdrew even further into my own world, and totally missed the usual teenage rites of passage, i.e. experimenting with drugs, smoking in the boys' room, and losing one's virginity.  To make matters worse, I was unfortunate enough to be a teenager in the horrid, god-awful 1970s.  I never owned a mood ring or pet rock, and never drove a Gremlin or Pacer (my folks used to own another 70s lemon, a Renault R12, and an R16 to boot!), but I did wear Adidas Gazelles and bell-bottom jeans!

University didn't suck as much.  In fact, I quite enjoyed studying linguistics, Russian (in the heyday of the Cold War), and French translation at Laurentian University.  I even lived in residence at Laurentian, swilling beer and Purple Jesus at numerous keg parties and pub nights.  In retrospect, it's hard to think of a more inappropriate environment for a person with AS than a college dorm.  But when I was in my early 20s, the alcohol-fueled hedonism and peer pressure to be sexually active seemed to fill a need.

Though I did have one fairly steady friend in grade school (he later became a rabbi!), like most people with AS, I had a tough time making friends and connecting with people on any level.  The lack of real friends meant that I created imaginary ones.  Even as a pre-schooler, I was giving names and personalities to the Jell-O coins that I collected.  I built houses of Lego for my imaginary friends, and created a country for them too!  At first, when I was about 9 or 10, I called this country Didd (from a Dr. Seuss book), later Castoria, and since my teenage years, the Inner Realm of Patria.  Only years later, thanks to the Internet, did I find out that there were many other such "micronations", more often than not created by teenage boys with social deficits.

I certainly have the classic, gold-standard characteristic of AS: the all-consuming passion or obsession for some arcane, trivial pursuit, for which most non-AS kids wouldn't give a rodent's rectum.  Actually, a number of such arcane, trivial pursuits: automobiles (even as a kindergartner, I could recognize almost any make of car and could tell immediately the differences between the Canadian Pontiac models Laurentian and Parisienne, and their U.S. counterparts Catalina and Bonneville), license plates, trains,  buses, subways and other public transit, hockey (as a fan and trivia buff only; I never even learned to skate!), baseball, and shortwave radio/DXing.  Incidentally, the fascination for anything on wheels was one of the key features of AS identified by Dr. Asperger among kids in wartime Vienna who memorized railway schedules.

Like autism, ADHD, dyslexia, and many other non-physical disabilities, AS is much more likely to affect guys than girls.  Because of the liberal-leftist-feminist stranglehold on the North American media, it is politically incorrect to note that in many cases boys and men get the short end of the stick and do not reap the benefits of the so-called patriarchy.  But in Patria - my "Inner Realm" mentioned two paragraphs ago - there are no such PC constraints.  The Inaugural Address of the 47th Congress of Patria, delivered on July 1, 2002, acknowledged the gender gap:
There is a gender gap in our schools and, despite what the feminists may say, the girls do not have some catching up to do in order to close the gap with the boys.  Rather, it is the other way around.  In virtually every academic and social field, boys are at a disadvantage, and remain so for the rest of their lives – which, not coincidentally are several years shorter than women’s.  Girls read at a higher level, write at a higher level, obtain higher marks, and are more likely to go on to and succeed in college or university.  Even in math and sciences, boys can no longer claim to get higher marks than girls do.  When it comes to learning disabilities, drug abuse, dropping out of school, youth crime, and social problems, boys outnumber girls by at least ten to one.  As boys grow into men, they all but corner the market on homelessness, crime, substance abuse and poverty.  A visit to any drug treatment facility, homeless shelter, psychiatric hospital, prison, or morgue is sufficient proof that men have failed to thrive in this society.
The 2002 Inaugural Address also pledged Patria's support for people with AS:
In this new Congress, awareness and accommodation of people with disabilities must go beyond the “holy trinity” of disabilities: mobility impairments, visual impairments and hearing impairments.  Wheelchair ramps, braille library materials, and closed-captioned television programs have become so common in the past three decades that most Patriens no longer give them a second thought.  But there is another type of disability that is as debilitating as being blind, deaf, or confined to a wheelchair but is often ignored, misdiagnosed as a mental illness, or not recognized as a disability because there are no obvious signs of impairment such as a wheelchair or guide dog.  This is the social disability of Asperger’s syndrome, a pervasive developmental disorder that was virtually unknown outside of a few obscure research papers until as recently as 1995.  Just as Patria has been made accessible for people who are blind, deaf or use wheelchairs, in the 47th Congress the special needs of people with Asperger’s will be addressed in schools, workplaces and in public accommodations.  One simple way in which persons with Asperger’s can be brought into the mainstream is to recognize that Asperger’s can affect social skills so much that it may make it impossible to marry, have an intimate relationship, or even go out on a simple first date.  On the sidewalks, on transit vehicles, on park benches and in other public places, couples should refrain from open displays of kissing, cuddling and fondling.  Not only because it is not appropriate in a spiritual environment that aims to support the practice of brahmacharya or celibacy, but also because people with Asperger’s may feel the pain of having to witness such behavior, as their disability often prevents them from having a boyfriend or girlfriend.

So how have I learned to accept myself, despite a disability that leaves me unable to read body language or understand non-verbal cues, despite a social impairment that makes it almost impossible to feel empathy or to bond with even my biological mother, despite it being a lead-pipe cinch that I will never marry or have an intimate relationship (IMHO dating is a bogus phony charade, AS or no), and despite a recurring depression that one would expect from years of rejection and under-employment?  The Internet has definitely helped.  I may not be so good at face-to-face social contact, but can use a modem and mouse to meet and relate to people just as well as anyone without AS if not better.  But I am grateful to the Internet for more than just e-mail and instant-message cyberspace-buddies.  Almost everything I know about AS was learned online.  In late 1995, about the time the Internet started to go ballistic, albeit still with slow dial-up connections, I discovered a web site describing AS -- I believe it contained the paper Asperger syndrome: a clinical account, by Lorna Wing -- and my jaw dropped about three feet: "HOLY #$^%*, THAT'S ME!!"  Faster than you can click a mouse, more than a quarter century of misdiagnosis, psychotherapy fruitlessly searching for some kind of childhood trauma or blaming bad parenting, and bogus "emotionally disturbed child" labels went down the crapper.

For close to two decades, yoga has been a source of stability, a safe port in the frequent storms.  Through the "meditation in motion" style of Kripalu Yoga and some of the self-discovery programs offered at the Kripalu Center back in the days when it was an ashram under Yogi Amrit Desai, I have felt a sense of peace, or at least acceptance.  The Wave Work, developed by the late Dayashakti Sandra Scherer, was also helpful to feel grounded and centered.  Studying yogic scriptures, Sanskrit and Hinduism with a whole slew of gurus not only helped emotionally and spiritually, but also allowed me to connect socially and make new friends in supportive, nurturing environments and would lead to arguably my most special and most challenging experience: going to my edge and beyond in the embrace of Bharat Mata (Mother India).

AmmachiKarunamayiBut my best Asperger coping mechanism of all...

The unconditional, all-embracing love of my two Divine Mothers: Ammachi (Mata Amritanandamayi Devi) and Karunamayi (Sri Sri Sri Vijayeswari Devi).  All I need to feel loved, appreciated and accepted is to be held in Ammachi's trademark hugs, or to listen to Karunamayi's melodious singing and sweet speech.  Jai Ma!!


A few Asperger links that may or may not interest you...

Online Asperger Syndrome Information and Support (OASIS) - For basic information about AS and a tonne of good links, this site is a good place to start.

Wrong Planet - Online community and forum for Asperger's and ASDs.

Mozart and the Whale - Could this movie do for AS what Rain Man did for autism?  Probably not, and good luck trying to find it at your local DVD rental shop.

Adam - Another Asperger flick, in what is apparently becoming a movie sub-genre.

Asperger's Conversations - Presented by Larry Welkowitz, Ph.D, from the Department of Psychology at Keene State College in New Hampshire, this is a weekly podcast featuring interviews with experts and real people with AS/Autism.

The Hawkins Institute (formerly Mission Possible) - Toronto, ON-based employment service for people with AS and autism, founded by Gail Hawkins.  I have had mixed success job searching with this organization.  They've helped and hindered in roughly equal proportions.


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