What the impudent preschooler was really thinking…

“Is she talking to me?” the child asks himself.

“I am getting eye contact,” he continues.  “But no, she must be talking to the kid to my left.  For all I know, she might even be looking through me to the kid behind me.  But she can’t seriously be calling on me again…can she?”

This is roughly what would have gone through my mind if I was capable of reasoning through a situation at five years old.

What situation, you ask?  Let me tell you about it… Continue reading “What the impudent preschooler was really thinking…”

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My Asperger Story — Part 1/4

Yes, this is me.  I am 32 years old, and consider myself very lucky to have the better part of my hairline still intact.  Some acquaintances close to me in age have fared less well. (Is that my Aspie imprudence coming out?  Sorry, I’ll shut up now.)

Anyway, here’s my story: Continue reading “My Asperger Story — Part 1/4”