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!

© Rory Matier 2012

10 thoughts on “Black, White and Grey

    1. Hey Crazywriter -yes you are right – it is, we constantly evolve and adapt to that, then we evolve some more and continue the cycle, but it is always a blessing to know where we are to start from, because then we know we have an end, and the middle starts to display the purpose.

      Thanks for stopping by 🙂

  1. I don’t understand why so many people would cut you out of their lives because of an Asperger’s diagnosis. Do they not know anything about Aspergers? It’s not like people with Aspergers are dangerous, by any stretch of the imagination.

    1. Oh l know Josh – but you will know that what society doesn’t understand, they fear. In conservation this very issue is seen many a time, so people ignore the problem, or ostracise it or ignore it, then they fear it.

  2. I started looking for ASD folks on social media after King Ben got his diagnosis (severe classic autism) hoping to better understand him through communicating with people who share his neurology. What I found is a great number of really fantastic people. Most of my online friends are on the spectrum. I guess my weird, goofy outlook on life is closer to ASD than “normal”.

  3. Those two photos. How did you get hold of my old school photo? I’m the one in the middle. Definitely had more hair back then….. But seriously this is such a great piece. I get it and my son definitely gets it. Quite a few houses he used to get invites to go to play at, stopped after he got his diagnosis.

    1. Well l can tell you it wasn’t easy, old school photos are always hard 🙂

      Yes l know, society can be not just hard but brutal in their judgements! They fear the unknown and yet truth be known, all of us sit on the spectrum it’s all down to amatter of percentage and yet when you utter those things .. well let’s not go down that path, society is a long long way from understanding the very basic in truths 🙂

      Glad you could relate 🙂

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