An allegorical story

Perhaps the most visible aspect of my Asperger’s – if you were actually to look for it – is the way in which I interact with other people.

There is quite a distinct style behind this, and some strongly embedded techniques that I use all the time to try and make my life easier.

First, I assume the other person is right by default, and I acknowledge this in lots of ways whilst I’m interacting with others. To do otherwise will often lead to me having to defend myself, and this feels both threatening, and difficult from the point of view of finding the right words.

Secondly, I’ll resort to communicating in a written way, if I can get away with it. In the office, email is king for me. By doing this, I can take more time to find the right words for what I’m trying to express. If you knew me, and really thought about it (I doubt people do), you’d realise that I can express myself far better in email than I can face to face.

I also use mimicry quite heavily, especially when in larger groups. If people laugh, then I laugh. I’m often not fully aware at what I’m laughing at, but I know that to blend in, I should laugh, so I do. Understanding the joke can come later, unless of course I’ve already reached the point of over-stimulation.

Perhaps the most intriguing technique I use is that of metaphor, analogy and allegory. This is a technique I’ve learned to apply frequently when I need to describe something to someone. It has been a technique many years in the making – probably a lifetime, and certainly from way before the prospect of having Asperger’s was ever on the horizon.

So, why do I use it?

I’ve always found it difficult to verbalise ideas and thoughts that are in my head. This, you may be surprised to hear is something of a new revelation to me, despite suffering from it my whole life. Mundane stuff can be easy to say, as can information about subjects which have become something of a special interest, but feelings, emotions, concepts, techniques and other things like that I frequently find difficult.

In the days before I understood that this might be part of a neurological condition, I realised that others found it difficult to understand what I was trying to convey to them when discussing something that I found difficult to put into words. I would get flustered, and would find that the more I tried to put it into words, the less sense it made to me, and unsurprisingly to the other person too. Suddenly, I would find that I didn’t have the words that adequately described how I perceived the concept in my head. What I didn’t know at the time, was whether the other person found my words to be difficult to interpret, or if it was the subject itself. I also didn’t understand why it was difficult for me – it just was, and that was that. In other words, I had no real concept as to whether others had the same difficulty in expressing things verbally in the same way that I did. I may even have assumed that they did, unless they were very obviously an extremely eloquent speaker.

My response to this was to try and find some other way to express what I was trying to say. Metaphor. Analogy. Allegory.

These techniques seemed to work very well for me, because they generally turned a concept in my head into some visual picture. A concept that was difficult for me to interpret could be shoe-horned into an allegorical story (well, just about), and it would then make far more sense to me. Then, when it came to trying to explain the concept to someone else, I’d resort to the allegory after my first attempt had caused confusion.

Does my use of these techniques help the other person to understand? I used to think that it always helped. That isn’t true, though. The real picture is that sometimes, yes, it helps. Other times, no.

What I can say with some certainty is that it helps me tremendously, much of the time. By turning a difficult concept or thought into a silly situation with characters that I can picture, it instantly makes more sense to me.

These days, I wonder if the language in my head is different from that of the typical person. I know, for instance, that I’m a very visual thinker. Could it be that the way that I process thoughts and feelings uses different techniques than a typical person? Might this explain why I don’t seem to have a very appropriate language to turn my thoughts into verbalised words? Might it also explain why I find feelings so difficult to explain, and why I find concepts difficult too? Maybe these things do have a language of sorts inside my head, but the language is not the same one I verbally use.  Indeed it’s happening right now, even in writing. I have a picture in my head of how this might work, but I can’t find the right words to describe it.

One thing is for sure though – in my tool kit that helps me make sense of the world,  allegory is one of the first tools that I reach for.

Was that a metaphor?

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