Oh, goody a category four hurricane on the east coast and Amber alerts on my phone.
Okay. The Saturday group. Yes.
It was the 1st of October… and I overslept. My attendance almost didn’t happen because there is only one car, and my mother was ready to take off in said car when I woke up. Talk about good timing. 😉 I reminded her that it was a drop-in group— that I could show at any time within the three official hours allotted to the meeting.
So I grabbed a bagel, and we were on our way… But before the drive, a neighborhood cat I mentioned before appeared out of nowhere. It wasn’t black, so… a black cat did not cross my path. It’s a little remarkable that I rarely see this cat at all, let alone ever have the chance to photograph it.
Okay, so none of the five shots were good.
Finding the building and room was faster and easier than the one on Thursday, where my coordination was a tad embarrassing— aiming to cross the street on foot leftward when the group had previously ventured right of the immediate area.
Needless to say, I was nervous about speaking for myself. Heck, with Asperger’s, people can be uncomfortable about speaking, period; every member in this group is an Aspie, including the seasoned leaders, so there’s the risk that the whole room may go silent, lol. Okay, so the group talked. There was pizza. And coffee.
Discussions included difficulties in the workplace: being stressed or put into precarious positions while being uncomfortable about speaking up, not being notified, not being told things in person out of “being nice,” and jealousy for sounding smart. Beyond stigma, Aspies aren’t particularly happy about the political side of things, and would rather live with less B.S. in the world. Amen.
There may be an implied rule to keep the attendance anonymous, but Kate Goldfield, whose writing has appeared in newspapers, may or may not have been there. 😉 And yes, she is an Aspie. An Aspie from Maine. She seems more conversationally open, with a bright sense of humor, though obviously nervous…
It’s not enough to know that the group means no harm. Sensitivities, and thus anxieties can get the better of an Aspie. The syndrome can be associated with high sensitivity to smells or loud noises. For me, it’s mostly just the connecting with others; I can look into the eyes of animals, but not so much the eyes of people I’ve connected with.
Attending wasn’t without a few strange occurrences… There was a bit of dé jà vu once I was sitting, listening, under the spell that I might be fitting in. Since I added my email to the events mailing list, the next day, after seeing 11:11 on the clock after I rose, I was notified of the two upcoming events: both have the same exact locations I attended during aunt J.’s visits! A blog post or two is pending featuring one of them…
Well, I feel as if the Saturday group was more fitting than the smaller, “adult supervised” one on Thursday. (And yes, I do feel incompetent.) Meeting non-neurotypicals… maybe I can begin to make real-life friends as an adult? …Sigh.
If you’ve been diagnosed with Asperger’s and live in Maine, be sure to check out ASM online.