On the wrong steamship.

About Aspergers, Autism and (some) Adventures.

1st anniversary. — 2017-06-25

1st anniversary.

One year ago this blog has been launched.

I was less often in the Radio room than I thought I would be.

Even on our Autistic Pride Day I did not post a single syllable ­čśŽ┬á Well, I did not forget, but I could not bring myself together to write something nice and encouraging.

The last months were demanding, my journey through life on my steamer was “energy-sapping”. Well, obviously the normal “highs and lows”, as the saying goes, but in addition to that there were storms and high seas and pirates.

Of course I am the captain on this vessel, but I am also an Aspie-Captain.

For me it is many times harder to butt out than for people near me: They can swallow unfair behaviour. They say to themselves: “Let them be right, so I have my peace.”

I can not handle things in this manner.

I have to fight and I have to sort things out. Otherwise they will be “active” in my head and distract me at work or even from my everyday stuff.

I wish my journey would take me to a place where I can live my life, where I can work, write, enjoy things, rest as I need it to stay save and sound.

May you do well!

Life rings — 2016-08-10

Life rings

Luckily there is something to hold on to, sometimes I got hold of life belts on the ocean of everyday life:

  • someone who invites me to lunch (not spontaneously but well in advance)
  • a song, which arouses some positive memories
  • a trip to one of those old castle ruins (which fascinate me again and again)
  • a good dinner in a quiet restaurant
  • the fancy, but funny message at 6.00 AM
  • the bus driver who has stopped halfway between the bus stops just so that I didn’t have to walk in the midday heat
  • the walk in the woods, wading through the forest brook

All of these happenings do not change one damn thing in my life. It’s just the same “drifting in the ocean” (fig.). And it is dangerous. Everyone could be drowned in its heavy waters.

I still feel strained and anxious and fainthearted.

But good to know that there are happenings when I don’t need my auxiliary routines or “subroutines” to be functioning, moments, in which I don’t have to react or to respond immediately.

You know, these moments without expectations, moments, when you just receive something.

Resupply stations. Or to coal more than enough. — 2016-07-14

Resupply stations. Or to coal more than enough.

Just imagine you are thirsty.

To be thirsty can be a fatal thing. Especially at sporting adventures when your drinking bottle is empty.

If someone has run out of water or his isotonic drink he or she is badly off.

That is why bicyclists on tour are well supplied by the organiser: On cycle tours ( maybe you call it bike trips, my English writing skills are … a catastrophy, well, at least I know how to emphasise cat├ístrophy. That is something, isn’t it? ).

On such tours there are resupply stations (?) at regular intervals. Here sportspeople get some “niblets” ( in German we call it “H├Ąppchen”, a small piece of food ), their bananas and – of course – water.

Otherwise we would “fall from the saddle” or keel over, as you might say? Continue reading