Here is a post about what it is like doing a simple thing from the point of view of my Asperger’s Syndrome.
A day out with my Asperger’s
It was approaching two in the afternoon and I had washed up after dinner and made sure that my room was how I wanted it. I had an appointment later on and had to get the bus into Glasgow and as the time to depart approached, I became more nervous and twitchy about leaving the house and what would happen when I met Dave.
I checked my watch for the twentieth time in the last ten minutes and saw that I still had plenty of time, at least twenty minutes before I had to leave for the bus, but had a sudden impulse to change my shirt, maybe the polo I was wearing was too casual, what would he think? Maybe he would think I was not taking our meeting seriously enough. I rushed upstairs and changed both my jeans for trousers the polo for a smart casual shirt and rushed to check that it was smart enough.
Damn! Now that I was okay, I realised that I should have had a shave, a day of stubble would ruin how I would look. Too late, there wasn’t enough time, so it would have to do, but it played on my mind as I tidied up the pile of clothes on the bed.
You idiot! You should have had a shave this morning.
I went downstairs and checked my watch again, still ten minutes before I needed to leave. I checked my shoes were clean for the fifth time today and worried that if I wore my coat I would be too hot, but if I wore the jacket I would maybe look too smart. What if Dave turned up in jeans and a tee shirt? I would look over dressed. Damn it! So many decisions to make and so many possible outcomes that I couldn’t think straight, so realising I didn’t have the time to change anything, I checked the back door again, it was locked. Of course it was, it was locked the last five times I checked it today, but still, I had to check, just to be sure.
Patting myself down for my wallet, keys and bus pass I panicked. Yanking my wallet from the pocket in a fury I opened it to find the thirty pounds that I had put there earlier. Somehow it hadn’t miraculously disappeared. But, like the back door, I had to check to make sure.
I looked at my watch again and realised that I had to leave, so everything else would have to do as it was, including the kettle that I hadn’t filled for when I returned.
I opened the front door, took a last look at the house making a note of where everything was and headed out, locking the door on my way. Before I had got to the end of the road my head was filled with worry about the back door, the fridge door, it had a tendency to drift open if not shut fully and all of my cold meat would be ruined when I returned. I tried to reassure myself that everything was okay, that I had checked everything, but those demons were there, nipping away at the edges of my consciousness that something was wrong.
I got to the bus stop in good time, checked my watch and looked at the time table on the lamppost. I was ten minutes early. Good. I had time to calm down and think about how busy the bus would be and if I would be able to get a double seat to myself before the steps to the back of the bus. That only gave me two or three rows to sit in, but it was mid-afternoon, surely the bus wouldn’t be jammed. It was also early enough not to be full of energetic school kids.
A thought flashed through my head, where’s my bus pass?
Panic!
Wait, take a few breaths and check your pockets and there it is. Now, with the bus due soon, do I keep it in my pocket or do I hold onto it?
Wait again, someone is approaching me. Are they coming for the bus and will stand beside me or are they just passing by to get further up the street or to the corner shop up there? What if they talk to me, what will they say? How should I respond? I try not to make eye contact and look away hoping that they will just ignore me and walk by.
Having this person, this stranger, so close is making me uncomfortable. I feel myself tense up and my breathing shallows. Please go away.
Phew! Thankfully they walk by and don’t say anything, result! I calm down a little and see the thing I want to see, the bus. It’s just down the road and will be here in under a minute. I start to count out the seconds in my head to see if I’m right. I stick out my hand, the bus pass firmly in my grasp and hope that the driver has seen me. He must have seen me, surely, but no, the indicator isn’t on yet, maybe he’s going to drive past and leave me stranded and I’ll be late for my meeting, Dave will tell everyone that I can’t be relied upon and am a waste of space.
Relief again, the indicator is on and the bus slows noticeably. I put my hand down and see someone waiting to get off and stand back a couple of paces to give them space. The rest of the process to get on the bus passes without incident and I’m in luck, the second row on the curb side is empty and I grab a paper and sit at the window seat, clutching my bag and the paper.
Now at the mercy of someone else’s work I try to relax and gaze out of the window wondering what the people I see are doing and thinking about. There’s a middle aged man in his garden, is he just going in or out of the house or is he waiting for someone or something to happen? I don’t know, but he quickly fades as the bus rolls on down the street. Up ahead, there’s a mother with a toddler and a buggy. I hope she doesn’t sit next to me, she’ll probably sit up ahead where the buggy area is. I wait, the tension rising in my bones as she gets on and the child does a runner for the back of the bus.
Horror!
Surprisingly, a quick rebuke from the mother brings the child back to within arms reach and she sets him down on the seat next to her. The bus calms again and I try to return to a peaceful state. No good, the inner workings of my brain don’t give me a moment’s respite and several images fill the space in front of me. Like being inside a sphere of a thousand video screens, at any moment any number of them can appear in my field of view, my mind’s eye. Sometimes they are the wonders of the universe and nature, sometimes sport, a football, rugby or cricket match or a favourite film. Other times I’m not so lucky and can get hideous images of crimes, abuse, violence and things that would make any neurotypical person sick to the stomach or insane.
One of the most common recurring images is of the Hindenburg disaster at the moment the blazing ship falls out of the sky onto the ground with people running for their lives like ants. As I type it the ship falls in a grotesque slow motion dance to its death.
I can’t stop the images, I can’t change what I see, all I can do is try to ignore them and hope that if I focus hard on something “nice” the other images will go away, for a moment. But, every time I connect to my inner head, the images return, 24/7.
I take stock of where we are, good, over half way there. I check my watch again, yes, I’m in good time and will probably be early. That suits me, I would rather be a hour early than a minute late. Lateness is tardy, the poor mark of a man, poor planning, and I hate it with a vengeance.
Eventually the bus swings around the final corner to my stop in George Square and I press the button, but not too early. There is a queue of people waiting to get on and there is nowhere for me to get onto the pavement. I can’t get off if they’re blocking my path. The bus stops, the doors open and a reluctant small path is cleared for me to get off and grasping my bag and paper, I alight.
I’m immediately struck by the noise. Of cars and busses and dozens of people in close proximity, my senses are on heightened alert. Bit parts of others’ conversations invade my ears and I try to block them out, there they’re too pervasive, too intense, too close.
I could scream, run back on the bus, jaunt to my room at home, my sanctuary where I have some level of control. This randomness and chaos are overwhelming.
Too many people coming at me from so many directions, many on their phones, elbows jutting out like sideways battering rams clearing their path. Bags bash my legs, people ignore their impact on others as they scurry around desperate to reach their destination without so much as a by your leave for anyone else.
My destination is a short walk away and I set off with that place as my focus, the place where I can get out of this maddening crowd and seek comfort in fewer people being quiet, having discrete conversations. I have to cross St. Vincent Street and there is no way across without waiting for the green man. Traffic lights turn to red and off I go trying to get ahead of the crowd in my own small piece of space away from the others who follow quickly behind. I swerve to avoid the war like battle line of people approaching me.
It is now a short walk maybe fifty metres and I dodge way through the crowd, grad the phosphor bronze handle and push. Within seconds, the quiet, peaceful atmosphere drops my state of alert from Defcon four to two and I fumble for my wallet to produce my guest members card. The lady smiles sweetly and I explain I’m meeting someone.
I head for the refreshment area and fix myself a mug of tea, take a look around at who is there, grab a few biscuits and find somewhere to sit on the ground floor as I wait for Dave. Do I take off my jacket now, or wait for Dave to arrive? I am between thoughts so I find a chair on the outside of the room, sit as I am and have a biscuit to help me relax.
Now calmer, I check my watch, I have twenty minutes before our scheduled meeting and this pleases me. No calamitous event en route has eaten into my emergency time and I have time to check my notes and the printed off emails that we had exchanged last week to set up the meeting.
I can feel my blood pressure falling and take a few deep breaths and fully take in who is in the room and feel their stories oozing from them into the ether.
A cold draft catches my legs, I look towards the door, it’s Dave, he is dressed similar to me and relief floods through me. I don’t look out of place, I am fitting in with others here and it feels like it is going to be a successful meeting. I stand to greet him.
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