Just a quickie re: Re-blogged posts.

Hi,

I’ve just noticed that nearly all my re-blogged posts are broken since I moved website hosts. I have tried to fix it as best as I can by hunting out the original posts on the original authors websites and linking to them in my posts. However this isn’t ideal.

Oh the wondrous thing that is WordPress and the delightful headaches it brings !

if you spot any broken pages, links or images please do not hesitate to let me know in the comments below.

Many thanks

Pete. (The Ageing Aspie)

 

Pouring cold water on any spark of joy.

Now, I like to think of myself as a fairly easy-oasy sort of chap. I’m pretty laid back, non-argumentative and willing to discuss differences with people even if I find their views abhorrent. In fact I try to be fairly tactful in most aspects of my life.

I don’t always follow my own mantra! Unfortunately I have a huge red “RAGE!” button hidden somewhere in my deep subconscious that every now and again gets pressed by someone online when they say something (IMHO) seems harmful and stupid.

Today, this tweet pushed that button.

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Here was someone replying to another tweeter who mentioned a young ASD child who had particular interests in dates and the calendar had remembered her birthday.

This tweeter (who I have anonymised to stop people flocking to spam her with hateful tweets) apparently is a counselling psychotherapist seemed to suggest that anything that did not translate directly into an employable skill should be quashed.

Cue the flood-gates opening and swarms of ASD tweeters and/or their parents flooding in and telling the tweeter above how idiotic her idea was. And the tweeter’s response? Pretty much to block anyone who did not agree with her blinkered world view!

As a child I always wanted to be an Astronaut (although I probably said “Spaceman” when I was very young!) at primary school and early secondary I was an authority on Spaceflight, the planets (and their moons) , the astronauts themselves, their spacecraft, dates, times and the mechanics of getting into orbit and the physics of spaceflight both real and fictional.

Needless to say, I did NOT become an astronaut !

Instead, my interests in space sequed into interests in physics, which in turn launched my already keen interest in numbers and math into the upper atmosphere! Eventually this wannabe Yuri Gagarin , Neil Armstrong or Beowulf Shaeffer (as I said.. some science fiction was read ;P ) became a fully fledged (and decidedly earthbound) mathematician !

The person that posted the tweet that made me so angry would probably have quashed my astronaut dreams in childhood.  I am DEEPLY opposed to this on two levels.

  1. As per my personal case study above, there’s no telling what interest/interests can instigate or trigger in later years. A penchant for dates or calendars may develop into anything ranging from Mathematics or History.
  2. Life is too short to just work. As I have said time and time again , we are unique wondrous beings, positively mayfly in our existence when compared against the vast scope of the universe. We’re all “one of’s”  never before has there existed someone like us and never again will there be.  Life is too short and time too precious to not enjoy life. We should find any spark of joy and pleasure and fan and fuel it until it burns brightly and spreads warmth and joy through your being and those around you.

Alas, seems like some would want to take these embers of joy and pour cold water on them, extinguishing joy and replacing it with cold hard reality and a lifelong sentence of misery.

Choose life.

Why I gave up tooting on Mastodon and re-started tweeting on Twitter instead.

I recently posted the following post Why I gave up tweeting on Twitter and started tooting on Mastodon instead. I had been having a rough time on Twitter and deleted all my tweets and un-followed most of my followers and moved to Mastodon. It seemed (at the time) to be the chosen land of milk and honey. Very little in the way of trolling or aggravation and blissfully quiet.

Quiet. Yes, that’s a word that sums up Mastodon so very, very well. You know when you’ve been in a noisy environment and you get home and it’s still and quiet? For a while it’s nice just sitting there with no distractions, however the mind grows weary and restless after a while.  You might start humming to yourself, tapping on your legs while you look around for something to do – sooner or later the TV or Radio is going on again!

It was the same with Mastodon. It was TOO quiet by far. It has still got its plus points as mentioned in the original post linked above but just not enough interaction (or people to interact with for that matter!)  at the moment!

So yeah, I slunk back into Twitter and started posting my rubbish again. But I’ve come back with lessons learnt. I’ve subscribed to a block list on Block Together to keep the worst of the Twitter troll squad off my radar. I’ve also checked every box on my notifications screen to improve the quality of what I read on my twitter feed.

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Finally adding a comprehensive list of words I do not want to see (#AutismSpeaks for example) into my muted words and phrases and BINGO a much cleaner, leaner and healthier twitter.

I’ve still got my Mastodon account but I check it infrequently. I have friends who post there more than on Twitter so I keep it mostly to keep in touch with them. Perhaps in the future if it picks up and becomes more popular I’ll go back. Until then I’m friends with the little blue bird again !

So hi ! I’m back and ol’ Copper Knickers himself is back on the tweet bandwagon again (and now he’s armed with 280 characters and he’s not afraid to use them ;p )

Autism and the taboo of depression

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I’ve been away from my blog for quite some time now. I didn’t feel like posting due to a flare up of my recurrent depression. I’ve been signed off work for about a month (actually just returned to the office again this morning) and I wanted to put something down about my thoughts on the matter.

I had originally written a long piece on depression, about how it made me feel, about my thoughts (some very dark) but I didn’t post it. it was far too self indulgent, too maudlin and far too depressing. Instead I wanted to say something more positive in as much as how I was coping with the condition and getting myself ready for facing the big wide world again.

I’ve noticed when people know you have depression they tend to tip-toe around you like they’re walking on egg shells or broken glass. Colleagues steer clear of you and you’re left to your own devices. Depression is not something to be ashamed of. It’s not a communicable disease and you’re not going to catch it off me. It’s a chemical imbalance and I’m taking medication to help with that. I’m also in the fortunate position to have private healthcare so I’ve been availing myself of the mental health counselling options available and the CBT I’m getting is helping me cope.  My wife has been super supportive but not molly-coddling. There were days when I just didn’t want to get out of bed and she would tell me it’s ok to lie in but I should really get up later and get out of the house, get some fresh air, do some fun stuff. And although I didn’t feel like it at the start I usually enjoyed my walks in the autumnal parks or taking a mid week afternoon trip to the cinema (top tip : it’s a lot quieter than the weekends XD) and it did my overall mood a lot of good.

Depression can hit anyone at anytime, it doesn’t care if you’re old or young, rich or poor, male or female, popular or a loner, famous or anonymous. Depression is a equal-opportunities affliction. And worse of all it can be invisible. Look at the sad case of Robin Williams the consummate clown who was always quick with a joke to make others laugh and yet, inside, a black cancerous depression devoured his will to live.

Being on the spectrum and speaking from my own perspective, I find it very hard to open up to people and admit how I’m feeling. I internalise everything and bottle it up until it erupts forth as a seething flow of toxic negativity.  My CBT has been reminding me that due to my ASD I often feel at odds with the world, out of place and dysfunctional. I often feel confused and lost over things that most people take in their strides. I missed a showing of a movie at my local cinema by less than 5 minutes recently (and could have easily walked in as it was just advertisements and trailers pre main feature) and had a full on meltdown because things had gone ever so slightly wrong.

As I said above, I’m back to work today. Is it easy? No! Am I happy to be back to work? Both Yes and No! Am I coping? As well as I can !

The main thing I want all readers to take away from this. You may have suffered depression in the past, you may be suffering from it right now or some time in your future, you may never suffer from depression but chances are at some point either to you or someone close to you, depression will rear it’s ugly head. Remember this one thing. You’re not weak because you cannot cope no more than you’re weak because you caught a cold or broke a leg or sprained an ankle. You’re not broken, you’re not a failure nor a burden. You are that one unimaginably unique individual that cannot be replaced at ANY COST, you are special and, although times may seem dark and cold with no end in sight, you should push yourself to find some joy in life’s little pleasures. There is hope, there is light at the end of the tunnel and you will get through this.

If you, or someone you love, is currently suffering from depression. Please seek advice and support immediately. See your GP or contact one of the many support groups available online. For my fellow UK readers here are a few resources you may find useful

 

Depression Alliance : Charity for sufferers of depression : http://www.depressionalliance.org/

Mind : Charity for all forms of mental health problems : http://www.mind.org.uk/

Samaritans : Confidential support for people experiencing feelings of distress or despair : Phone: 116 123 (free 24-hour helpline) : http://www.samaritans.org.uk/

Without fear of rebuttal I can honestly say “I love each and every one of you.” You give me an ear to cry into and a lifeline to cling to. You’re all vitally important to me and hopefully you all realise that you’re all important to yourselves too. Don’t let the black dog of depression ruin your life, it may never leave you but you can diminish it’s hold over your life and the effect it has on your quality of life.