If you are on the Spectrum, you probably met a skeptical look when you brought up the “Spectrum” talk. I’ve long learned from just observing people that rolling eyes can be a sign of skepticism just as a yawn a sign of boredom. I’ve gotten both during my mere mention of the word “Autism”.
I admit I am guilty of being on the other end. I have a friend who can talk a heap about her constant companion, Arthur (arthritis). I can empathize more of the person’s need to talk about Arthur now that I know I’m on the Spectrum. In comparison, Arthur is more noticeable than my Autism. I sometimes smell the person’s “Arthur” cream and I don’t mention it because that would be a social no-no.
We were talking the other day about my blogs and she thought she could identify with some of my Autism traits. I told her neurotypicals (those not on the Spectrum) share some of the qualities, but it isn’t only the traits themselves, but the frequency and intensity too.
She got a good taste of what I meant when I gave her a show-and-tell of my bedroom. I’m not sure what occupied my bedroom that convinced her the most. My half-dozen small desk organizers and my basket of another half-dozen spare organizers that I have run out of a place to put them. She said, “No wonder you volunteered to organize my pantry!”
Then, there was my herd of electronic gadgets. It’s one thing to hear me talk about my gadgets and it’s another thing to meet the herd in person. The collection includes two TVs, one for cable TV and the other for streaming. There are two computers but one of them belongs to my Mom. There’s my home assistants: Google Home, Alexa Echo Dot, and my newest addition to the family – Alexa Echo Show. A smartphone, tablet, printer, and a TV receiver for each TV and a router. My recliner is power operated with two power cords. Then, other devices attached to a power cord: digital clock, aromatherapy diffuser, two lamps, and a fan. I’m probably leaving something out but oh, well.
Actually, the convincing sight may have been the sight of five power strips that are all home to my power cords. Since my Mom’s house is over 60 years old, I don’t have many options when it comes to where I can plug something in. Power strips are necessary to power my collection. My friend just shook her head and said, “You have more power cords than I have dresses.”
I don’t talk as much about my Autism with my friend. Arthur is still a frequent topic and I empathize since he’s hard to ignore. Since Arthur was a constant companion to those in my family tree, I suspect there’s a day coming when he will get attached to me too. My friend does occasionally ask though, “How’s Google and Alexa doing?”