Black, White and Grey …
“He was asking too many questions and he was asking them too quickly. They were stacking up in my head like loaves in the factory where Uncle Terry works. The factory is a bakery and he operates the slicing machines. And sometimes a slicer is not working fast enough but the bread keeps coming and there is a blockage. I sometimes think of my mind as a machine, but not always as a bread-slicing machine. It makes it easier to explain to other people what is going on inside it.”
― Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Black, White and Grey
Many are oft confused by Asperger’s Syndrome,
Hardly surprising considering the lack of tomes,
Even as to what kicks it off, is a mystery,
Genetic errs, but no clearly determined pathology,
It’s not a disease, and as such there is no cure,
Characterized disorder of repetitive interests and behaviours!
Not to be confused with autism, but part of the same spectrum,
And no, none of us are stupid, or slow or even dumb!
Known for an supposed ‘above average’ intelligence,
Intellectually we could knock most off the sixpence,
Sure we have our faults and flaws, and they are intense,
But harmless they are, and never ever cause offence,
Don’t get us confused with those that sputter profanities,
Turrets is a completely different ‘psychology’, game wise,
We can be clumsy and use the odd phrases or words,
Not forgetting the ability to speak and think the absurd!
Because it’s not a damning illness, there’s no treatment per se,
Overall, considerations awarded to improving our ‘grey’,
Addressing our communications, looking into our routines,
Managing the way in which we express, and are to be seen,
By others whose lack of knowledge at times can be damning,
Comes with the territory of the innocently and honest beings,
Our functioning might be perceived to be repetitive or obsessed,
But what is wrong with making sure, that one does their best?
Disorder is usually present at our incarnation; we have no choice,
Childhood can be hard, or easier for those who understand our ‘voice‘,
We speak the truth, honesty is our key, yet emotionally open to abuse,
But we still walk the path of constant discovery, despite the bruise,
Seeing the world differently through non aggressive eyes,
Makes us open targets, for those who berate and continually lie,
It‘s said that we have no empathy, and this is not entirely true,
Seeing the truth as others refuse to acknowledge, is all we do
We prefer to speak as we see it, within the black and the white,
Directly this might be seen as wrong, or by a few, honest delight!
Many Apies as we are known, are not diagnosed until later in life,
Thankfully it makes the jigsaw come together, and explains the strife!
Like myself, always accused, awarded and treated for stress,
Diagnosis of the syndrome arrived a little late, to clear up my mess,
But l live with it now on a daily basis, and have come to understand,
That despite not seeing the grey, l am l believe a better man!
Guy or Bloke, Your Choice