In the grand scheme of things, I’m not very big on politics. However, whenever a general election happens, I end up getting very drawn into it all, with very set views all of a sudden.

I’m a liberal. Not out of choice or even out of spending great deals of time pouring over policies. I just am. I guess I was born that way – my ideals align with them rather better than any of their rivals.

The voting system in the UK does not favour the Liberal Democrat party which is where my voting intentions lie. We use a ‘first past the post’ system that skews and twists the will of the electorate wildly. In recent elections, the Lib Dems have typically polled approximately 20% of the votes, but taken only 10% of the parliamentary seats. The two larger parties – Labour (currently in power) and the Conservatives take the lion’s share of the remainder of the votes and the seats. It is, however entirely possible for one of the two big parties to win a majority of seats with fewer than a third of the popular vote.

It’s no surprise then, that voting reform has always been one of the big pledges of the Lib Dems, and one of the political causes that I support with a passion when there is an election in full swing. It’s the lack of logic in the current system that I despise.

Something unusual has happend in the last week of the current campaign. For the first time, there has been a televised debate between the the Labour, Conservative and Lib Dem leaders. The Lib Dem leader, Nick Clegg did something unexpected and refreshing. He talked about his parties policies and how they differed from the ‘old’ policies of his rivals. His rivals squabbled amongst themselves. Nick Clegg ‘won’ the debate – snap polls immediately after the event had around 50% of people thinking he won the arguments.

Wow! The Lib Dems have now risen from around 20% to around 30% in the opinion polls, very similar ratings to the two big parties. But here is where it all goes wrong again.  Let’s look at one single, but reasonably representitive poll carried out this week:

Liberal Democrat: 33%, Conservative: 32%, Labour 26%

Based on an average distribution of ‘swing’ from one party to another across the country, this would give the following predicted break down of seats in parliament, if the above figures held on election day:

Liberal Democrat: 134, Conservative: 244, Labour: 243

Ugh! Not only do the Lib Dems end up with approximately 45% fewer seats than either of the other two parties, but Labour, who have less of the popular vote than either of the other two actually end up with the most seats, although not enough to rule on their own – it would be a hung parliament.

That TV debate has been something of a catalyst for me, and I’m now heavily absorbed in what is going on. My search for information – typically via the Internet – is now quite time consuming each day, and my quest for further knowledge seems to have no bounds – my brain is like a big sponge trying to take in everything I can find. I smell a new Special Interest in the making.

The Lib Dems cannot win this election. They do however seem to have captured the public mood right now, where people are fed up of the old style politics and politicians. They can’t win, but the Lib Dems can force a change. If there is a hung parliament – and it looks very likely right now – then they would hold a lot of power, by forming an alliance with either Labour or the Conservatives to allow a government to be formed. It’s likely that part of that power would allow them to ask the populace if they’d like to see a change in the way voting works.

Who knows – maybe by the time the next general election comes round, a fairer and rather more proportional voting system might be in place. I for one have my fingers crossed.

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It all started when we rushed out the door on Sunday morning. I took the kids to the rugby ground – my son for his weekly training session, and my daughter to stand and watch with me, whilst my wife went to the supermarket just down the road from the rugby club to get the weekly food shop done. I say supermarket, but it’s actually two right next to each other – Aldi, the lovely and decidedly quirky German import, and Asda, the local giant which is now owned by America’s Walmart. Asda’s name, incidentally, comes from a contraction of Associated Dairies.  I mention this because it is one of those odd little bits of information that frequently pops into my head when Asda is mentioned – there is clearly an association there in my brain, and my AS helps to push me into mentioning it. Only after I’ve told this to people will I start to feel embarrassed for having done so.

Anyway – Asda isn’t the star here, it’s Aldi. Aldi is great – it doesn’t stock the huge range of Asda, and it isn’t big on well known brands, but the things it stocks are usually of excellent quality, and many – such as cold continental meats – are better and also much cheaper than at their giant next door neighbour. Aldi also have a clever trick of having some non-food specials in twice a week at unbeatable prices. Everything from power tools to computers, light bulbs to bathroom furniture. At the start of the summer we bought a giant four berth tent and lots of camping equipment from them when they opened one Tuesday morning (just in case they would sell out before we got there), at prices far better than any of our local outdoors shops could manage. We like Aldi. Anyway…

Whilst I supervised the kids at the rugby, my wife went to Aldi first, and then across to Asda for the few items she couldn’t get at Aldi. We met up at the end of the training, and she told me that she’d seen some winter coats at Aldi – both for my son and me. We wandered down the road to take a look. My son liked his jacket, and I thought the one my wife had found for me was great. They were silly money too, so we bought them. For £18.99 I got a waterproof coat with an unzippable fleece lining. It’s nicely finished, is deliciously warm, and has plenty of pockets. My son’s is like a slightly brighter scaled down version of mine. The fleece lining doesn’t unzip on his, but hey – for £7.99 you really can’t complain – and it is still waterproof.

At home, after lunch, I found myself doing something that I remember doing when I was a child.

I took my new coat, and spent a good ten minutes pouring over it in great detail. I unzipped each of the pockets in turn, and explored them with my hands, seeing what size they were, and wondering where to put each of the things that I carry around with me. I marvelled at the stitching, and carefully cut off the couple of stray thread ends. I examined how the fleece was zipped in, amazed at the trickery used to hide the metal zip ends behind folds in the softer material where it might make contact with my neck.  I tried it on and then took it off again, and then put it back on and did up the zip right to the top. I unfolded the hood from it’s hidden compartment, and then carefully folded it back up. I felt the fabric of the fleece lining and of the outside too. I listened to the sound that my hand made on the outer fabric.

This is something I can always remember doing with clothes, but especially with coats. Coats tend to be quite complicated garments with lots of pockets, so there is much to explore. I can still remember a summer coat (this is the UK after all) that I got when I was about ten. It was green and blue and yellow – very garish in today’s terms, but quite fashionable back in the mid eighties. It had a pouch on the front for your hands, much like a hoody sweat top, but you had to peel the pouch off (it fastened on at the top and one side with velcro) to zip and unzip the jacket – really very unusual. I loved it for it’s unusualness, and for the lovely way it had been stitched together. To me, it was a coat to be proud of. I guess I feel much the same way about my new coat. It is a no-name brand, and in all likelihood the material probably isn’t wonderful quality, and maybe it’ll lose it’s waterproofness quickly. But it is well engineered in a very German way, and well finished, and it was an astonishing bargain to boot.

I keep wanting to put it on – in fact each time I’ve popped out of the office this morning, I’ve put it on. This is unusual – I usually brave the trip to the coffee shop or the post office in just my shirt sleeves, even at this time of the year.

So, I feel like Peter Pan, the boy that never grew up. I feel ten years old again, pouring pride and affection into my new coat. I can’t help it – it’s just me.

Yet whilst my actions may be very much like they were when I was child, I’m concious of the fact that they are not the actions of many, probably most kids. My son is only five, so I can’t compare directly with myself at ten, but his reaction to his new coat was, I think, fairly typical of boys in particular. He liked the colours, pronounced it as  cool and said he’d wear it. When we got home, it got discarded on the kitchen floor and forgotten about until this morning when it was time to leave for school.

Will he react that way at ten? I can’t say, but I suspect he’s more likely to continue to react that way than to have my fascination with the mechanics and design of it.

In lots of ways I’m like Peter Pan – many of the things I do now are the same as when I was a child. However, the child in me is still really rather different from your typical child, so the comparison feels strained to me. I’ve read many times over the last year about immaturity and naiveness in adults with Asperger’s, and associated behaviour being described as child-like. But it occurs to me that I’ve not seen it pointed out that the behaviour is child-like in a peculiarly ASD way – but it most certainly is. And remember how kids with ASDs get described? That’s right – as little professors.

So maybe I’m not like Peter Pan at all. Maybe I’m actually like a little professor, in an adults body, with a strange fascination for winter coats.

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A great many people, it would seem, don’t believe in things they can’t see. I can understand that point of view – the world seems to be a much simpler place if you take everything you see at face value. If the world has taught me one thing, though, it is that you can’t take anything at face value.

From time to time, people have seen my Asperger’s in every day life, and have commented on it.

“You walk funny,” said one of my so-called friends at school. I’d maybe have been twelve at the time. I did walk funny – well I had assumed I did for some time, because I wore out the soles on my shoes in an unusual way, certainly in a different way to that of my peers. The jibe still hurt though.

Maybe a year or two later, and still at school, I took part in the annual sports day. I ran – slowly – in a 400m race. After coming in at the tail of the field, I made my way back to where my classmates were gathered, only to find them doing odd looking runs and laughing at each other. “You run funny,” one of them said to me. Their mimicry of my running style left me feeling terrible, yet I knew instantly that they were right.

When I was sixteen, my maths teacher took me to one side after a lesson one day, and asked if everything was ok. Actually he went much further than this, and astutely pointed out that I seemed to be suffering badly from stress. “You should try yoga. Really. Give it a go. If you don’t learn to unwind, you’ll end up making yourself ill.”

At some point in my mid twenties, I noticed that the default relaxed position for my face included a frown. By this time I already had deep wrinkles on my forehead, caused by the facial expressions I pull when stressed or anxious – which is a lot of the time. I’m often not concious that I’m pulling a face.

Over the last fifteen or so years, I’ve heard the same thing at least half a dozen times from concerned work colleagues: “Are you alright? Its just that you look really worried”. I’m typically taken aback by comments like this, and require some top notch acting to talk my way out of the situation. I’ll put on an instant huge smile, and make up some tale about being lost in thought about something, rather than being worried. Whilst I may have just been going about my usual routine, they have mostly been right – I will be have ruminating and worrying about something or other, and oblivious to me, it showed on my face.

The one thing all of these scenarios have in common is that people noticed something about me that was caused in one way or another by my Asperger’s. I’m sure that not one of them wondered if what they saw was connected to Asperger’s, however, and why would they? The human condition has many causes for all of the above traits, and people tend to plump for the explanation that they have come across before, and thus seems the most likely.

I’ve avoided what are perhaps the obvious examples of how Asperger’s shows itself here – examples that involve social interaction. Clearly, when I can’t or don’t shy away from a social event, there are often times, particularly towards the end of the event, where I get tired, overloaded, and my acting will start to slip. Indeed, I wrote about one such event recently. But just as I’ve focussed on this sort of trip-up before, so have many others, and I thought it would be nice to show that just sometimes, people do spot the outward signs of AS in other ways.

Asperger’s is a hidden condition, its true. With so many other potential causes of those outward symptoms that people do sometimes see, its easy to see why some people simply don’t believe in it. But if you know what to look for, and you know someone for long enough, just maybe, sometimes, you will see it, even if you have no clue what it is that you are really observing.

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I understand many of the reasons why friends are important these days, and yet at this moment, aside from my wife, I really don’t have any good friends. Good is, of course, subjective. What I mean by good, is someone who I can be myself with 100% of the time, who I can be fully open with, and who I’d happily (and regularly) disappear down the pub with, or go out for a hike with, or, well, I’m sure you get the idea.

I’m in this predicament due to my own making. I last tinkered with trying to create a good friend maybe eighteen months ago, and failed. This didn’t come as a surprise, sadly. I find it very difficult to keep relationships going, and in that particular case I ultimately let it lapse after we went out for drinks a few times. In a way, letting people into my inner circle feels very overwhelming. I’m comfortable with my wife being in there most of the time, but with other people, I can see that I’m acting rather than being myself, and I guess I feel afraid to let others  in to see who I really am.

So, what does someone like me do when for one reason or another, communications break down with the one person (i.e. my wife) who is within my inner circle? That’s a very good question, and not one that I have a very good answer for.

There have been a few times recently where, with raw emotions in full flow, I have felt I have no-one to turn to. That’s not a nice feeling at all.

My wife works very hard to understand and accept this monster of a condition which she wasn’t expecting to find hidden inside me. But I fully understand that this isn’t at all easy for her, and there are times when she can’t help me, and would just like the whole Asperger’s thing to go away.

This all makes me see how many people with Asperger’s lack any of the good friends that they need to help keep them make sense of the world. Continually turning the raw emotion and negative feelings inwards must cause a lot of damage and despair, and I feel very lucky that I don’t experience that very often.

Sometimes, I can turn to this blog to express some of the feelings that are causing me problems. But that doesn’t always work either – there are some things that I just won’t talk about here. Whilst you see me as I really am, there are some aspects that I simply don’t write about. That’s usually because for one reason or another it would be inappropriate for me to comment.

If you are one of the handful of regular visitors here who I know in some way other than just through comments, then I hope you don’t feel hurt by this posting. I do consider you as friends, and in lots of ways you do know the real me. None of you are physically located close to me, however, and you all have enough on your plate already without me offloading in your direction. Unfortunately these things rule you out of being a good friend by my own definition. I hope you understand what I mean.

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After lunch we’d caught a bus that took as to the Ocean Terminal to see the Royal Yacht Britannia – the former sailing vessel of the British Royal Family.

By late afternoon we were still at the Ocean Terminal, the kids were hungry, and we were on the other side of town from my mother in law’s, where we were staying. We decided to buy the kids their dinner in a restaurant, and that we’d eat later, after the kids were in bed.

My brain was screaming at me – “eat something!”.

I didn’t though – my wife and mother in law were adamant that they weren’t eating at the restaurant, and so my instincts told me that it was best to follow the status quo, rather than potentially appear to be rude.

After we fed the kids, we caught the bus back towards Princes Street, in the vicinity of which we hoped to get a second bus back to the house.

Edinburgh’s roads are all being dug up at the moment in preparation for a new tram system that will be up and running in a couple of years time. We battled the traffic until we were about half way up Leith Walk. Then the bus stopped in road works, and well, didn’t move at all for the next ten minutes. When it then did move, it moved about half a car length each time, often several minutes apart. I felt exhausted and my brain was telling me that I should eat, and that I was a fool for not having eaten with the kids. By now, about half the passengers on the bus had got off and started walking the half mile or so back towards the centre.

I suddenly felt we had to do this too, and in a grumpy and clearly stressed manner told my wife. So we walked. The bus overtook us about half way. Bah.

It took us well over 90 minutes to make the five mile journey back from the Ocean Terminal to my mother in law’s house.

When we got back I collapsed in a chair. I felt dazed and exhausted, and my brain was screaming at me. “You’ve only eaten about 900 calories today! What are you playing at?”. It was at about this time that my wife started talking about dinner again. She wasn’t feeling very hungry. She and my mother in law would have a bit of a salad once the kids were in bed. Would that do me?

NO! It jolly well wouldn’t! I need proper food! I should have eaten at the restaurant!

Now – I don’t know if you are seeing a pattern here yet. My symptoms were all of sensory over-stimulation. It had been a very busy and long day and we had seen and done a lot. My senses had taken in more than they can manage for one day. But my brain was telling me something rather different. It was telling me that the problem was that I needed to eat.

Why might it do this? Well, I think it’s a learnt behaviour that is wide of the mark. I have of course experienced these sensations of feeling dazed and exhausted following busy days my whole life. Long before I learned about Asperger’s, I had to put some sort of a label on why I ended up like that, and what the cause was. I decided that the problem was that I hadn’t eaten or drunk enough over the day, and that my blood sugars were low. From my reading of Wikipedia, I can see that this sort of extrapolation is pretty common in people who think they know what low blood sugars means. At the time I acquired the label, and until very recently, it felt like this scenario fitted very well. After all, the exhaustion would come towards the end of the day, and if I stopped, sat down and ate, then after an hour or so I would feel much better again. It makes sense, doesn’t it?

So, on that day, as on many others, my brain was telling what I thought I knew – that I hadn’t eaten or drunk enough, and now my body was crashing because of it.

Wrong wrong wrong.

The real reason for my feeling dazed and exhausted was simply the AS-related sensory overload that I was experiencing after a full-on day.

It’s interesting to note that despite the way I was feeling, I could have walked miles effortlessly if I had needed to. As it was, we briskly walked a good half a mile up hill to try and outrun the bus, without it feeling a strain.

Of course I feel better after I’ve sat down for a while and eaten some food and drank some water. But it isn’t the food and water that are having the magic effect – it’s the proper rest. I wrote recently how on another family holiday I started to sense how I was over stimulated at the end of each day, and how time was the healer – an hour or ninety minutes restored me. Well, this is the same thing.

The problem is that I’ve been wrongly viewing my feelings of exhaustion as a signal to eat for many years, and in that time I’ve put on quite a lot of weight.

And do you know the real big give away that should have told me long ago that the problem wasn’t hunger? I frequently don’t feel hungry even when my brain is telling me that I need to stop and eat. How can I possibly have missed that?

This week I’ve started trying to pay more attention to what I’m eating. I’m trying to trust my own judgement about when I’m actually hungry, and not just to stuff my face when I feel overloaded. It’s difficult, but on a couple of of days worth of evidence, it’s working so far.

Whether it will continue to work remains to be seen.

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This one surrounds work.

I’ve been in the world of work  for the best part of fifteen years now, and over that time I’ve observed that many of my peers appear to be polymaths.

Nothing struck me as strange about this. All I was doing was comparing those I worked with to myself. Compared to me, a large number of the more able of my peers have excelled at a much wider range of skills than I have. I have accepted this as a universal truth, and at each new job I’ve been unsurprised to find people that were brilliant at many different technical skills. I dubbed these people as polymaths, because whilst I see their existence to be expected these days, I see their technical ability to be far wider-ranging than that which I consider average.

When changing jobs I’ve always been faced with interview questions such as “how are you with such and such a skill?” in reference to a skill area outside of my core competences, and I’ve always replied that I haven’t really had a chance to learn that skill, because it was always someone elses job, and jealously guarded. And that is how it has always seemed to me – except that if I really think about it now, the chaps that I would term as polymaths tended to have these skills despite it being someone elses job.

Maybe I assumed they’d learned those other skills in a previous job, where it wasn’t someone elses responsibility.

The problem with this picture, which is one that I’ve held my whole adult life, is that it is wrong.

Firstly, I think I need to point out that I’ve realised that my polymaths aren’t the wonderfully gifted individuals that I thought they were.

They are intelligent, for sure. But where I’ve been getting this wrong is my definition of what average is. Being unaware of my AS until very recently, I’ve always considered my own level of skill to be a good basis for establishing the average. I’m aware of my relative intelligence level from the point of view of exam ability and from an IQ test I took many years ago. I’ve used these factors my whole adult life to form the basis of where an average level of intelligence and technical ability lies.

But my assumptions have been wrong.

Whilst I may have an above average IQ and above average exam results, my ability to undertake work cannot be extrapolated from this information in the same way as an ordinary neurotypical person. I’m not neurotypical, and problems with my executive function and social interaction skills mean that I do not work to the ability of a neurotypical person with my IQ and exam results. This is new thinking for me.

So I’ve suddenly realised that I have gone through my life assuming that my ability to perform at work is that of a neurotypical person with my IQ and exam ability. And so my peers at work who clearly outperform me got dubbed as being polymaths – brilliant (from my point of view) in many technical streams at once. The truth is that they probably have a similar IQ to me and they probably did similarly academically to me too. These are smart people, without a doubt, but they aren’t geniuses – they are just neurotypical.

I can see another perspective on this too.

The reason that I have never learnt the many technical skills that many of my peers do is not because I am average and they are geniuses. Neither is it really because of my usual excuse that the job was someone elses and hence I didn’t have the opportunity.

It’s that I haven’t got room in my head to learn it. Let me explain:

My working memory isn’t like that of a neurotypical person. It’s small and very detailed.

This means that when I get down to a task – particularly an investigative one – I tend to do very well. I don’t see the big picture around it though, and when I move on to the next task, the specialist skills I have learnt for the task are mostly wiped out within a matter of weeks. Frequently I’ll be asked about some work I did a few weeks previously, and I’ll struggle to remember not only what I did, but how I went about it. This often produces strange looks from people – something which I’ve always felt embarrassed about, but I’ve never really considered why they might be giving the reaction they do until now.

They – of course – don’t have a problem with remembering the technical skills they were using in detail a few weeks ago. They have room in their working memory for many things at the same time, and can call each of these things up as and when needed. This is why they are good at many technical skills at the same time.

And this too, is why I’m struggling somewhat in my current job. There is just too much that I need to know. When I need to concentrate on one area of the system for a while, then I do just fine. But I’m expected to know and manage the whole system – and it’s huge, with many different technologies in it – and that feels extremely difficult to do. It goes without saying that the more capable of my peers manage to understand the whole system with apparent ease.

I can now see that this has been an issue at many of my jobs over the years. In the end I’ve tended to try and build a reputation around having specialist knowledge about the part of the system I’m working with, with mixed success. In jobs where this was possible then it’s worked well, I’ve felt confident and capable in my role, and managers have generally been very appreciative of the work I’ve produced. In roles like my current one, where I need to know about many diverse components in a large system, however, I feel inadequate and something of a fool and a fraud.

There is a clear message here. I need to work in jobs that allow me to become a specialist in a small area. That is what my brain is good at dealing with.

My future at work doesn’t – can’t – lie in my current role – it is slowly drowning me.

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My starting point was a news item I’d seen earlier in the day that had piqued my curiosity. The story was this – a ghost village near to where my parents live in Scotland is to finally be demolished after thirty five years of sitting empty.

I love stories like this – local history and it’s odd quirks in particular have long been a fascination of mine, making this a special interest that makes regular and usually unanticipated repeat visits.

Over the course of an hour and a half, I let my thought processes dictate where this starting point would lead me. It lead to somewhere quite unexpected, but still in the same special interest thread (just) – Drax power station.

What follows is a little dissection of my thought processes that show how I got from A to B, via C on the way.

As I’ve said, we started here – a BBC news story about how the ghost village of Polphail in Argyll is to be demolished thirty five unhappy years after being built and never having been occupied.

The village, it turns out, was a legacy of the Scottish oil boom of the 1970s. A series of dry docks were built at that time around the Scottish coast for building giant concrete oil rigs, and Polphail was built next to one of these to house the expected workers. But the workers never came – the technology changed, and when it comes down to it, this dock and village were built on the west coast of Scotland, and all the oil is off the Eastern seaboard. The government has long since sold off the dock, which has recently been redeveloped into a marina, having served time as a fish farm. The unused village has changed hands several times, and has had a long and unhappy history of promised demolitions which have never been carried out.

A link from the BBC page (the link is no longer there) took me to a collection of photographs by a local photographer, that document the decay in the village, along with surprising details such as a rack of keys for the houses, and washing machines in a launderette – all still in place after thirty five years. The photos are eerily beautiful, and the website is well worth a visit.

Google maps showed me where Polphail was. After seeing it, I wondered if Google could tell me any more about it’s history. I found this – a wiki about secret and obscure sites in Scotland. This had some useful additional information, but I’ll come back to this in a few moments.

At this juncture, I wondered if there were any other ghost villages in the UK, so I searched. I found a couple.

The British military, it would seem has been the main cause of ghost villages in the recent past. During the Second World War, it commandeered three villages for exercises – Tyneham in Doset on the south coast, Imber on Salisbury Plain – not far from Stonehenge, and Mynydd Epynt in Wales. In each case, the government told the occupants that the land was temporarily required for military use, and gave them a month to leave. None has ever had their home returned to them, even to this day.

Figuring all this out took a while, and involved a lot of quick searches and looks via Google Maps to see what was there on the ground today. Some of the websites I found along the way were wonderful examples of amateur passion and campaigning turned towards the direction of a new technology like the web, including this great example here. You’ll find a great tour of Tyneham here.

Some further searching for other possible ghost villages turned up this gem of a website. I’ve barely scraped the surface of it yet, but have it tucked away to devour in full when I get the time. This site just about left me agog, as it talks about a now vanished village that I have driven past the site of many times – Glenbuck in Ayrshire, Scotland. Glenbuck is on the road I drive down when I visit my parents, which is the same road that we used to drive down to visit my grandmother when I was a child. Due to this I know the road well, and can create a wonderful 3D video of it in my head. The old mining town, with houses and a main street, has gone – vanished under a scar of open-cast mining. The industry that made it also in the end tore it up too.

With other ghost villages examined, it’s time to go back to Polphail, where we started.

I noticed on the Secret Scotland website that there were links to various planning documents (isn’t it amazing what you can get easy access to these days online?), so I had a bit of a read of these. Not only did these tell me a lot more of the history of village including the various efforts to try and get the owners to demolish it, but the site also had some interesting reading about how much public money had been wasted on building it in the first place. It wasn’t the cost that grabbed me however, it was mention that the costs for it were listed with the costs to build the Hunterston Deep Water Terminal, which is literally just down the road from where my parents live. I’ve always known that Hunterston was a port for bulk materials, but I’d never really know what. A quick trip to Wikipedia told me that these days coal is offloaded here, and then taken over the road via a large conveyor (easily visible in Google Maps) to the railway, where it is sent elsewhere.

And this is where Drax comes in. Wikipedia told me that one of the places that coal from Hunterston is shipped to is Drax – a huge coal-fired power station located in my neck of the woods, and just a couple of miles down the road from where I worked for a little over two years. Drax is huge and imposing – on a clear day you can see it from near my house, which is some twenty miles away as the crow flies. It’s huge in terms of output too – on it’s own it can provide 7% of the UK’s electricity, and if you classed Drax as a country in it’s own right, it would rank as the 76th biggest produces of CO2 in the world. Wow!

So – Polphail to Drax, via Tyneham and Glenbuck. All in all a very interesting ninety minutes.

Was it really ninety minutes? It seemed like much less time than that. I’ve been writing this piece for about that amount of time too, and once more the time has flown. This is what special interests are about – I get so thoroughly absorbed in them that time just disappears.

I think the above dissection of my thought processes gives a good example of how special interests drag me in, and of how my brain becomes a huge sponge for new information, devouring anything and everything vaguely related that I can find.

It also shows the other side of special interests too – the desire to share the knowledge I’ve learnt, often in detail to people that aren’t interested. This article is exactly that, but in written form.

I’d be willing to bet that some of those who start reading don’t make it here, and I can’t blame them.

As for you – well thank you for listening!

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Perhaps the most obvious (and annoying) trait in these scenarios is for me to finish other people’s sentences, in a questioning tone of voice. If you know or work with me, then chances are you are used to me doing this. I’m sure it must be a little off-putting when you first meet me.

Also, I want you to know that I am listening to you, and to this end, I interject with lots of reassuring noises – lots of uh-huhs and yups and yeps when you are speaking. Everyone does this, of course, but I’ve noted that I seem to do it rather more frequently than average. Sometimes, when stressed, I’m making an almost constant stream of acknowledging noises.

Another trait that I have is to ask lots of questions. If I’m going to help you (and lets be honest about this, I’m going to try and help you whether you are after my advice or not), then I need to be able to understand the problem you are facing.

I think there is a clear reason for these behaviours: I want to understand, and I want you to see that I understand. Ok, so that’s two reasons, but the underlying causes are very closely linked.

My ASD social interaction problems mean that I’m never sure how I should non-verbally behave in two-way conversations. So instead of whatever it is that ordinary people do to non-verbally signal their empathy and understanding (just what do people do, incidentally?), I use verbal signals that I’m in tune with what the other person is saying.

In light of this, my behaviours make a lot of sense. Finishing sentences, whilst annoying, clearly demonstrates that I have been listening and taking in what the other person was saying. The frequent noises of agreement do the same, too.

My asking of questions may also give this impression, but in reality it serves a different purpose. What I’m trying to do is build up a mental picture of the thing you are telling me about, in a language that makes more sense to me. This mental picture is typically quite visual and often manipulatable like a 3d model, with difficult concepts encapsulated into boxes with labels in my mind’s eye. This is what seems to work best for me, and it helps me see the bigger picture of your problem. This is me trying to understand in my own language, rather than wanting you to see that I do understand.

Wanting to understand is vital to me, perhaps simply because I am aware that I think in a different way to typical people. Experience has shown me that other people tend to grasp concepts far more quickly than I do. They can see the big picture in most scenarios and not just the minute details in the middle, and this view on things is straight forward to them and requires minimal brain power. I conversely tend to see the minute detail in the middle, but not the other surrounding details, with large amounts of brain power required for concepts – hence the questions.

I further suspect that most people don’t actually see the big picture at all – they just understand it is there, and how it works. I, on the other hand work far better if I can see it all in my mind’s eye, including how it all fits together.

From an early age, my observation that I don’t understand the same things as others, and that my level of detail is different to theirs has lead to the development of the camouflage techniques I’ve mentioned above. Let the other person know that I’m listening, and give them an impression that I understand what they are saying. Ask questions so that I can translate their language into one that I can see and comprehend.

Ultimately, it’s vital for me to understand, because experience tells me that typically that is what is expected of me – an ordinary person would understand. When you have grown up not being able to differentiate between what you are expected to trivially understand, and what it would be acceptable to admit that you don’t know, the best camouflage has proven to be to say that you understand everything, and then do your best to demonstrate that you do.

And that is exactly what I do.

These techniques are also ringing bells with me about a well publicised AS trait that is usually mentioned alongside talk of  ‘Little Professors‘. Your average Little AS Professor can speak at length about a subject of interest without actually having a detailed understanding of the mechanics behind the interest. I think this sort of  confident faking-it technique is most likely another string in the bow of the camouflage tools I’ve outlined above. Having signalled to the other person that I’ve listened to and understood what they were saying, and having asked questions so that I can formulate my own picture, I’d then be happy to go and tell someone else about the subject in question, in a tone of voice that suggested that I understood entirely what I was talking about.

I become a Big Professor.

I often don’t understand the subject in detail of course, but if it’s something that I judge I should know about, then I’ll act as though I do.

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I’ll see the other person smile after saying something and look at me – they are expecting a response, but what sort of a response? Was it a joke they made? Were they looking for agreement on something? My brain will scramble and then often metaphorically shrug it’s shoulders. I don’t follow this up with a physical shrug – I’ve long since learnt that this isn’t an acceptable response. Instead I’ll use a tried-and-tested store-cupboard stock response of, ‘Heh, yeah!’.

This is a highly refined response from me, and has been carefully honed over the years to try and covey many messages at once in an ambiguous way. It has a little humour in it, in case what you were saying was actually a joke. It has a positive response in it too, so that if it wasn’t something funny, I’ve indicated that I acknowledge what you were saying. It works a surprisingly large amount of the time.

And then it comes, eventually – I’ve decoded what you were saying to me, and I suddenly see the joke, or why you were wanting some agreement from me. Occasionally of course I’ll eventually see that my response wasn’t very appropriate. Oh dear, but then again, you can’t win all the time.

Why do I miss the intent of what people are saying to me in the first place? Well there are a number of competing Aspie traits at play, and they often collude together.

Firstly, there is my lack of social intuition. I do have some sometimes, but it isn’t enough to get me by most of the time. With little by the way of social intuition to help a conversation flow, I have to real-time process what is being said to me, and then try and figure what to say next. This consumes a lot of brain power, and concentration, leaving me little room for anything else going on in my head. Sometimes the responses are easier to come by than others. But put me in a situation where I know little about the subject matter, and I very very easily get lost, especially if it’s more than a 2-way conversation.

Think of it as having a meeting where the other people speak in a foreign language that you don’t fully understand. You have to listen very hard to catch what is being said, and then spend a little time processing what was said to turn it into English, before what they’ve said makes sense. My lack of social intuition presents itself in much the same way but when everyone is speaking in English.

Then there is my lack of reading non-verbal social cues. Because I concentrate on what’s said, and don’t see the body language or facial expressions very much, I miss much of the subtlety that people often convey whilst they speak. This makes the decision making regarding what people are saying even harder at times.

The third main trait at play is strongly related to the other two, and is that I easily get sensory overload in social situations.  The amount of time this takes varies, but you can be sure that a multi-person face-to-face meeting will cause it remarkably quickly. Once I’m overloaded, my body involuntarily starts to shut itself down, to shield me from the constant input. This feeling is one of blankness. I feel to have withdrawn inside myself, and the voices become distant echos. My eyes blur and I kind of switch off. This, of course means that I miss a fair bit of what’s being said, and that means that the impact of the other traits gets magnified hugely.

With all of these traits at play, it’s not surprising that I often find verbal communication, be it social or work meetings, to be very hard going. It’s also not surprising that I can be perceived to be slow of thought, and disinterested.

At work, at least, I tend to get away with this, because I come back with well though out responses to things after the event, and people respect me for doing this. I seem to have a well-honed ability to reply recent events and from this work through peoples thoughts and intentions before drawing my own conclusions. It’s rumination, but it works very well for me. Whilst I may not have good instant answers for anyone, I do at least have well thought out follow-ups.

You could conclude that this article is about mental agility, and my lack of it. However it’s more subtle than that. I don’t have great mental agility in group verbal communication scenarios, but I do when it comes to rumination or philosophising. This is signalling parallels to me regarding this article I wrote last week, where I said that I don’t appear to others to not have much common sense, but really it’s just a case that I can’t express it when I need to. Maybe that article and this simply describe different facets of the same issue.

As ever, what this article really says is that I’m different from the norm, but perhaps in ways that aren’t what you first think. I have skills that are very typical of any intelligent person – I can reason arguments, suggest ways forward and make rational decisions. I just can’t access these results in the same sorts of timescales that typical people can.

I’m not slow-minded, I just can’t respond in a way that meets your neuro-typical expectations.

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I spent thirty five years without a label to describe my differences, but at the same time I couldn’t escape labels. Those years were hard at times, and confusing too. Without a name to attach to how I was, I was left wondering if I really was different from the norm. I certainly perceived differences between myself and my peers, but maybe I was just lacking in intelligence, or had an odd sense of humour. You see – there we go already – lacking in intelligence and odd sense of humour are really labels that I was applying to myself to see if they fitted. They never quite did.

I think we all need to be able to define ourselves. This labelling of characteristics not only confirms who we are and what makes us tick, but it also tells others a lot about us in very few words – he works in IT, she’s a mother to five kids, he’s single and keeps cats, she’s a doctor. Not only do these labels pinpoint one fact about a person, they also open up a set of preconceptions about other aspects of their lives. These may be right or wrong, but it seems to be a trait that we all – aspie or not – share, to parcel assumptions around the labels we know. I bet the doctor is comparatively well off financially. Is the keeper of cats lonely? Does the IT person have social interaction issues? Is the mother of five children catholic?

When I attached the Asperger’s label to myself, I felt complete for a while. Suddenly a large set of the characteristics that made me who I was could be parcelled under one label – and not only that, for the first time in my life, it was a label that was comfortable – it felt right, and it fitted.

The internal dialogue that the simple attachment of a label has opened has been immense, and very satisfying. In six months or so I’ve explored areas of my behaviour and my interactions with people that I had never seen in any detail before. I now understand a great deal about Asperger’s, and far more importantly, how it colours my life, and I continue to learn more each day. I can’t state enough just how important I feel this is in allowing me to accept who I am, and give me the best possible chance to move onwards in my life in a positive way.

So – the attaching of a label of Asperger’s to myself has been both a powerful and positive catalyst towards understanding and change.

The flip side of this coin, of course is how others perceive this label that I have. I’m much more wary of this side of things.

As I mentioned above, people tend to parcel assumptions around labels, based on their preconceptions of what a given label means. With a label like doctor, then everyone has an idea of the sort of lifestyle that typical doctor has, and therefore whilst still being a generalisation, it’s probably not wild of the mark to assume that any given doctor is financially well off. However, with a label like Asperger’s or Autism, then there is far more of a problem.

I can only speak for the UK here, but the understanding of Autism Spectrum Disorders in the general populace is very low. Everyone has heard of autism – the vaccines scare of a few years ago has seen to that. But ask someone what autism is, and I doubt you’d get a very clear response. I suspect you’d get told more often than not that it makes children withdrawn and uncommunicative. That’s some of it, of course, but far from the full picture. Ask what Asperger’s is, and I’d guess that most people in the UK wouldn’t know. I didn’t until I read up about it and realised I had it.

Saying to someone here in the UK that you have Aspeger’s is quite likely to lead to you having to qualify it by saying that you have a form of autism. This in turn is quite likely to fall prey to the wrong or very incomplete picture that people have of autism.

And this is why labels can prove to be unhelpful, and probably why I’m not running around making my own label public to those close to me just yet.

Instead, I’ve decided I need a plan. When I do make my label public, I want some way to allow those that I tell to easily overcome their preconceptions of what my autism might mean. This blog has a lot of useful info on it, but I can’t ask them to read it – it’s far too long. My ability to verbally explain isn’t wonderful, so that won’t work well either.

What I intend to do is this: I’m creating a concise version of this site. It’s a single page into which I’m going to try and distil what I’ve learnt about Asperger’s. I want to create something that someone who knows nothing about Asperger’s can spend no more than five minutes on, and leave with a good grounding. This way, I can point those that I tell at the page, and hopefully they’ll choose to visit, and leave with some understanding.

I’m not great at keeping my writing concise, but I’m going to treat it as something of a list and make a concerted effort. You can help too – visit the page, read what I’ve written and tell me what I’ve missed. How could I improve some of the points?

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