Published on 12, July, 2020
Hi all. This is just a brief intro.
I chose the name Plastic because I see myself as a facsimile of a ‘real’ person. Like an Airfix model – fully detailed, but not real.
I’m now 52 and I’m a twin – my brother is neuro-typical so I grew up next to a ‘correct’ version of myself. One that functioned properly - because, clearly, I did not - as it was rammed home to me many times.
For self-preservation, I tried very hard to learn to mimic normal people and got quite good at fooling the casual viewer.
I did such a good job that because twins are often seen as a composite person, my Asperger’s was never identified or just discounted all through my education.
I was always classed as a little bit odd - think Mr Data meets Sheldon Cooper – for being a savant with an eidetic memory.
Naturally, I became a rocket scientist and went on to be a nuclear physicist.
I was diagnosed with Asperger’s at 42 and finally understood the meaning of my life.
Plastic said:facsimile of a ‘real’ person
Plastic said:fully detailed, but not real
Plastic said:quite good at fooling the casual viewer
I was never any good at being casual.
Plastic said:think Mr Data meets Sheldon Cooper
Plastic said:savant with an eidetic memory.
Plastic said:rocket scientist and went on to be a nuclear physicist
I wish I fitted the stereotype that well, my friends might actually believe me when I tell them I'm an Aspie.
Plastic said:42 and finally understood the meaning of my life.
Always nice to have a Douglas Adams fan on board.
Hi Trogluddite
Yep - my Asperger's was all so blindingly obvious to everyone - but no-one mentioned it to me. It would have been useful to have understood the reasons for the way I thought and felt and the way I knew from an early age that I was very, very different from everyone else,