Sunday, November 2

Tough Enough to Grow Old?

I'm in my mid fifties and feeling the effects of aging more than ever. I see the little fatigues creep in as my body disintegrates at a glacial--pre climate change--pace. I feel the toll of sitting in a chair too long while writing, with stiff joints and lack of muscle tone. I can no longer do aikido like I used to and it makes me wistful.

At least I'm exercising my mind you might say, but that's going too. My memory is like waiting at an airport  luggage carousel as I search to remember the name of an actor or who the hell I was talking to last week on some subject.

Gone  as well  is eating whatever I wanted in wild abandon. Now I read food labels and decide which forbidden ingredient I can gamble on without too much damage to the digestive track.

The worst part is gaining the courage to age gracefully and give up the youthful myth of invincibility. Now I know why so many old folks are bitchy, they're not surrendering easily and neither am I.

Tuesday, September 30

How it Feels

I suffer from depression as a result of a life time of being undiagnosed with ASD. I manage it most of the time and except for the corn kernal breakthrough this describes it pretty well.

It's time we recognize depression for what it is and it's not  a mood or blue funk, something you get over like a break up or a hang over. It's a neurological condition. It's not a sickness or a character flaw. Most who suffer from it hate how it ruins life enjoyment.

If you know or suspect someone is depressed don't try to cheer them up with pithy adages. Engage them in physical activity or lively conversatio. Theodore Roosvelt, a man with with his own demons, said " Black care rarely sits behind a rider whose pace is fast enough." for some of us the pace can be exhausting.

Friday, September 5

Why Can't We Be Friends Too?

Recently I reconnected with an old boyfriend. He had married and returned to town. We had a friendly lunch together to update our lives. It was fun and relaxing being with a smart, funny, sensitive guy and I enjoyed his company. 

Then he admitted that he missed the sex we had and was hoping-- I had to politely inform him I disapprove of infidelity. Well I won't be seeing him again, I thought. Not because of the confession--which was oddly flattering--but because he reminded me that deep down men only look at women for one thing: fucking.

Oh sure men can work with women if they are attractive and not too ambitious.They can enjoy our company as long as they think they have a chance to get laid --otherwise, you might as well be gay and ignored.

I'm really, really, really, tired of men viewing women as a pair of breasts and a vagina. I understand it's the natural instinct to procreate the species, which is good and sex will always be enjoyable, but why can't we be intellectual equals, companions, and friends too. Can we relate to each other without all the sexual politics interfering? Apparently not.
Which is a shame, because together, we can evolve humanity. Women excel at problem solving, consensus, and recognize the role of emotions. Men don't stand around forever debating what to do, they understand the need for assertive action. What a team we would make. Instead, despite all the trappings of modern civilization, men apparently are only interested in sex. When the genders come in contact with each other women need to be on guard against male aggression and male can only think about their sexual desires and it ruins everything.


Thursday, August 28

Climate Chage? Don't be Silly.

A perfectly normal scene in California. The low water line helps people get closer to the lake.

(Photo: Boaters launch their boats hundreds of yards away from designated boat ramps at Folsom Lake on August 19, 2014 in Folsom, California. As the severe drought in California continues for a third straight year, water levels in the State’s lakes and reservoirs is reaching historic lows. Folsom Lake is currently at 40 percent of its total capacity of 977,000 acre feet. By Justin Sullivan/Getty Images)

Thursday, August 21

Sorry Everyone

When I turned fifty I was struck with profound depression. After decades of  effort, I still had no job, no vocation. I had few friends, fewer connections to the community and I never had a love life. I had nothing productive to show for my life. It was over as far as I could tell.Then one day I was looking in the Diagnostic and Statistics Manual (DSM) and the entry on autism caught my eye. The criteria sounded awfully familiar and when I read the entry on Asperger's syndrome I knew without a doubt that was me.  Once the relief of knowing why I acted the way I did swept away my depression, a lifetime of social gaffes came back to haunt me.

I felt like an alcoholic who sobered up only to survey the damage from the uninhabited binge. I can not begin to express the acute embarrassment of unconscious rude behavior, inappropriate responses, volcanic outbursts of temper and general cluelessness about how people worked.

Sorry everyone. Sorry to my siblings for the years you wanted nothing to do with me because I didn't know how to act normal and ended up being snooty when I felt rejected. Sorry to my nieces and nephews for acting like I didn't care or appeared insensitive to you when all I wanted was to be your friend. Sorry to all my teachers who couldn't understand how such a bright kid could be so weird. I tried their patience with my arrogance, sense of entitlement and superior intellect. Sorry to the few friends I had for over reacting when you were a few minutes late because of my crazy obsession with punctuality. Sorry that I still don't get subtle social cues or know when to shut up or not interrupt people with a monologue on an obscure topic no one else cares about. Sorry I don't have the energy anymore to consult a mental list of social or do's and don't I just figured out whenever I meet new people.

 Sorry but this who I am even though I would love to be as normal, easy going and fun to be around as the next person.I'm stuck being an eccentric, creative, difficult to understand force of nature whose loyalty, honesty and perseverance will never falter.  It's not my fault I was born this way.