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| - My name is Guillermo Gomez. I live a life of solitude, in an upstairs apartment, living on Social Security, paying $345 per month in rent. I work part-time at a video editing suite -- a very easy-going job where my skills are valued. Some would call me lucky in that sense, but all my life I have felt far from lucky, for I have been diagnosed with Asperger syndrome. This article is a work in progress -- an ongoing attempt to tell my story and what can be learned from it. I can't guarantee that everything here will be of use to you, but it's a start. Everything you should pay close attention to is identified in bold. More will be added to each section once I think of it. (Click the "watch" tab to be notified by email when changes are made.) Making friends has never been easy for me -- mainly because I'm not good at starting friendships. It feels like so much of an effort for me to walk up to a person, introduce myself, think of a hundred conversation topics, and make that person like me. The thought of doing so leaves me exhausted, and makes me feel more like being alone. The fact that I live alone is both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, I can stay home as much as I want, watch TV, surf the net, talk on the phone, create animation, or anything else I feel like. I have so much freedom that I often have trouble deciding what to do next. Although I am 28, I feel as if my emotional maturity is at least 4 years behind my physical maturity. I'm higher-functioning than most people with AS, but no matter who you are, a diagnosis of anything will damage your psyche and your self-esteem for the rest of your life.
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