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Vignette One - Floating

He floated near the ceiling, up in the front right corner of the classroom. Looking down, the six year old boy could see the top of his teacher's head and the faces of his classmates. Further down the row closest to the door he saw himself watching and listening to the teacher. The boy felt like Superman since he could now fly.

He would often imagine leaving his body during times of increased stress, caused in part by the teacher herself. She wasn't exactly a mean woman, but had a harsh manner that frightened him. At home in the mornings he would sometimes become nauseous from the dread at the thought of going to school. This was made worse by the apprehension he felt with the anticipation of trying to interact with his classmates. He would continue to have a knot in his stomach every morning before school for the next twelve years.

Vignette Two - Focus

The monster was attacking him again. Its hairy paws came out of the igloo through holes on either side of the young boy's head as he stood strapped with his back to the outside, and with its huge claws the polar bear began tearing the flesh from the child's face.

The 3rd grader's nightmare had started just a few days after his delirium from a high fever had subsided. His illness began as a case of mumps on one side of his face and then spread to the other side. His body temperature rose to 105 degrees and he became delirious. He would scream accusations at his older brother who, along with their father, would sometimes have to hold the boy down as he thrashed around on the bed. At the family doctor's instruction the parents would put the boy into the bathtub and pour ice cubes on him to reduce his fever. At times, when the fever would reverse and become a deep chill, they would cover him with an electric blanket and layers of other blankets on top of that. In the mornings the boy would often find that his eyelashes were caked with matter, and that he needed to scrape the stuff off in order to pull his eyelids apart. His dreams during this illness were in psychedelic colors, mostly filled with glowing orange and intense purple.

Eventually the sickness subsided and the boy was able to get up from bed. As he sat on the couch in the living room his mother handed him a can of root beer. After a sip the boy put the soda can down on the coffee table in front of him. He stared at the can, and a strange sensation came over him. The can took on an unusual importance. As he fixated on it the rest of the world faded away, while at the same time he was still aware of his mother's activities in the kitchen. He couldn't seem to pull his attention away from the can, and this frightened him so he called out for his mother to return to him.

Vignette Three - Warped

Red and black, along with simple geometric shapes, which together seemed to represent mathematical symbols and equations. The images came unexpectedly, and uncontrollably. They flashed over and over in the 6th grader's mind as he worked at his self-paced math studies. At other times all the little noises in the room seemed to crash in on him, as if he were at the bottom of a large bowl with sound pouring in over the edges and enveloping him. He later read that schizophrenics had repetitive and persistent thoughts, and that their senses might be exaggerated to the point of driving them crazy.

"Am I schizophrenic?" he wondered.

It would be several more years before he had a good answer.

Chapter One - Transitions

Part One

"You're on a cusp!" declared the thin-framed high school teacher.

"A cusp," echoed his student, a boy in his junior year. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"You have an interest in astrology, no?" the sandy-haired instructor continued.

"No, that was a misprint in the yearbook. It should have said 'astronomy'. I like science, Dr. Yoeder!" corrected Monte. He smiled slightly, eager to point out their common area of interest.

"Ah yes, I see. Then perhaps that was not a good analogy. In any case, a cusp is a point of transition, like being at the upper end of a state of being which is on the edge of another state of being."

"You mean I'm in-between normal people and people like me but whose problems are more severe?"

"Yes, that's a good way of thinking about it. It's as if you stand inside a house which is inhabited by the more severe cases. You're looking out a window at the normal world, while those more strongly affected individuals inside the house are not able to approach the window, and perhaps not even aware that an outside world exists. Those outside the house can see you if they know how to look in the window," the doctor explained.

"But most of the normal people don't even bother to look, do they? They walk by the house without paying any attention to what goes on inside." The young man spoke softly as his eyes rolled to the side, and he seemed to be talking more to himself than to his instructor.

Simile comes easily to him, thought Dr. Yoeder. I'll be able to communicate more effectively with him in this way. He nodded to the boy, who had returned his attention to his teacher and was looking for confirmation of his comment. Dr. Yoeder felt assured he had found a way to bridge the gap that had plagued their conversations recently.

Part Two

The doctor had moved to this small town in the Midwest a year earlier, in 1977. In his late thirties now, the research scientist's background was in neurophysiology, specializing in the human brain and memory. Along with his colleagues he had developed a model of memory creation which contradicted a long held tenet, and which would garner some attention during the resurgence of interest in neural networks a couple of decades later. His model implied consciousness, which was a taboo subject among neuroscientists at the time. He was also a student of the history of science, and enjoyed unorthodox ideas which he spread generously throughout his classes. At one point he would tell his students about cells known as glia, which were generally thought to be just a kind of glue between other cells, but which he suggested were more important than that in brain functioning.

He began his new position at the high school by introducing two new courses to the school's curriculum. The course called "Brains" concerned the human mind, covering mainly the higher mental processes, while the other was to cover the history of science itself, and centered around the idea that gaps in scientific knowledge could best be filled in by using an interdisciplinary approach. He called that one "Ignorance". These new courses were geared towards advanced students, and covered ground normally not taught until college level, if at all. He felt this approach would be the best use of his talents, and he was looking forward to beginning the Fall semester.

It wasn't long into the first few days when he began to notice one student who was unusually quiet, who would often only speak in short phrases and only when a topic interested him. The boy had a generally apprehensive manner, especially when he was asked to talk in class. For a while Dr. Yoeder considered that he might have selective mutism. The teenager also showed little emotion, with a kind of flattened affect, and this behavior began to alarm Dr. Yoeder because he knew this could be a sign of emerging schizophrenia. He decided to get to know this student better.

Part Three

"Today we'll continue our talk about sensory perceptions," Dr. Yoeder began, somewhat later during the school's first semester. "Just as we've discussed the way in which some people think in a more visual style, there are some people who experience sensory input in ways others would find strange."

The students had their full attention on the professor, and were eager to absorb more of his fascinating instruction.

"Some of these people," he continued, "claim that they have two of their senses mixed together so that, for instance, certain numbers will appear in certain colors, or a sound will cause a certain taste in their mouth, and so on. This is called synesthesia."  

Several students laughed in nervous disbelief at this news, not sure whether the rather enigmatic teacher was joking or not.

The instructor turned his attention to Monte, and together they determined that the boy did not have what was typically thought of as synesthesia. The doctor continued by asking Monte how he experienced time. A little reluctantly, Monte described how he saw days of the week as a series of colored bands, months like the hours on a clock face, and years as a long sinewy wire stretching through space. The doctor said this was not the kind of thing normally considered a "combination of senses", but Monte argued that it was a combination of the sense of time with the sense of vision. The doctor encouraged critical thinking in his students, and was glad to see the teenager express his opinion. Dr. Yoeder made a note in his journal, which he kept locked in his desk whenever he was not in the room.

Then the doctor asked the subject of his concern "Monte, how do you experience music?"

The other students looked at Monte, whom they had often sensed was different from them in ways they didn't understand. Monte, looking perplexed, replied "Um, I guess I'm not sure." He raised his eyebrows and looked at his instructor, hoping his answer seemed honest and not evasive. Speaking in front of his peers made him very nervous, and he had a fear of exposing his differences to them.

"Would you take time between now and tomorrow's class and think about my question?" Dr. Yoeder asked. Not giving Monte time to decline, the doctor continued his oration on another subject. He would often have the boy ruminate overnight on a topic, and Monte could see how this would allow his subconscious to help him work out his thoughts.

The next day Monte told Dr. Yoeder before class that he had an answer to the doctor's inquiry, but was not sure he cared to share it with the class. The doctor understood Monte's anxiety, and agreed to speak with him privately before class began.

Off to the side of the science room, near the window panes where the autumn sunlight entered just enough to brighten their talk, the two of them sat facing each other. The doctor had pulled a chair over in front of Monte, who was leaning forward in the seat of a school desk, impatiently waiting to describe his newfound self-knowledge to his favorite teacher.

"So, you've thought about my…" the doctor began, but was interrupted when Monte began chattering away unexpectedly about his realization that he experienced music in a kind of physical way, feeling it as shapes and textures which moved through the air around him, and changed as the music changed. He gestured excitedly as he spoke, his mouth in a grin while his eyes focused off to one side of the instructor's head.

Dr. Yoeder's face dropped, and he sank back in his chair. His surprise wasn't due so much to what the student had said, but to his sudden shift to an enthusiastic manner. The doctor had noted other behaviors in the boy such as poor eye contact, lip reading, and sensitivities to light and sound. Now it dawned on him what this was! Monte's condition was not schizophrenia, and it was more than being selectively mute. The doctor had seen these characteristics before, but not in someone at this intelligence level. He thrust out his arm and forefinger and with an astonished look on his face said excitedly "You're autistic!"

Monte's monologue continued for a few words until he was able to catch himself. He abruptly stopped talking, and looking quizzically at the teacher he asked calmly "I'm what?" Monte had always enjoyed reading popular books and magazines on science but didn't know what that funny sounding little word meant.

Dr. Yoeder pulled himself together and brushed his pupil's comment aside, saying "Never mind. Let's continue with our discussion, shall we?" Monte gladly picked up where he had left off, but noticed that the doctor seemed slightly distracted for the rest of the short interview.

Chapter Two - Something New

Part One

"You shouldn't be able to do that!" exclaimed Dr. Yoeder, in a kind of happy perplexity. His hair waved slightly as he leaned back. Monte, sitting across from the doctor, had a look on his face as if to say "But I can do it, anyway." The instructor, in his usual green corduroy jacket with tan elbow patches, had been giving Monte comprehension tests to gauge his ability to grasp concepts like sarcasm and irony. Autistics were not supposed to be able to grasp those concepts, but Dr. Yoeder had begun suspecting that Monte's intelligence had allowed him to figure concepts out in a way not documented in the literature on autism.

"You're not supposed to exist," the doctor told the boy. They had continued to talk between classes on a nearly daily basis as the Fall semester continued. "Most visual thinkers like you can only handle real-world types of thought problems, but you seem to grasp abstract concepts easily as well," the doctor explained.

Monte paused, and reflected on this news. His body language did not indicate his mood at times like these, and to the doctor he appeared to merely be waiting to continue the discussion.

"Would you be able to talk with me tomorrow for a longer session?" the doctor continued.

"Well, I'm not sure I'd really be comfortable with that..." Monte replied hesitantly.

"My colleagues are working with boys who have more severe problems than you," the doctor continued, "and by talking with you I might be able to aid them in better understanding the boys they're dealing with."  

"So this could help other people, if I cooperate with you?" Monte asked.

Dr. Yoeder nodded.

"Could I talk to your colleagues?" the boy asked.

"You don't need them, because you have me!" the doctor replied, in a mock self-important moment. Monte suspected that his instructor was protecting him in some way, but he didn't know how.

Monte finally agreed to continue their discussions. "Now go play with your peers," the doctor ordered, sternly but with affection. Their first in-depth session would begin the next day.

Dr. Yoeder began that session by explaining some of the characteristics traditionally associated with autistics. They often liked spinning objects, for instance. He said that as a boy he himself had been fascinated with the spinning blades of fans, and was still tempted to stick his fingers in them. Monte replied that he liked spirals, and that he was trying to write a computer program that would generate a spiral on the personal computers the school had just bought.

The doctor continued by describing how autistics were known to collect objects that others would consider odd, and to arrange groups of objects in patterns. Monte thought back and recalled how as a child he would store various small discarded items, which he had found lying around his neighborhood, under the porch of his home. Under some hedges on the other side of the house he had also started a collection of grass, bark, and twigs which he put into small orderly piles grouped by size and material. His collection was found and destroyed by his older brother who thought it was weird.

His instructor asked Monte if he remembered having temper tantrums when he was younger, and the boy said he could remember one in particular where he lost a foot race to a girl. He was wearing his new sneakers that were advertised as making you able to run faster, and he imagined himself blazing along like the Road Runner cartoon character. His sister was standing near the front door of their house at the end of the sidewalk, while the boy and his opponent stood ready at the other end. The race started and he had a slight lead but then tragedy occurred as he tripped and fell to the ground. He got up and expected a rematch, but he became infuriated when he saw his sister and the little girl laughing at him and saying that the girl had won. Unfair! He rushed at them with his right hand clenched but went past them and plunged his fist through one of the small plate glass windows in the front door. Blood started dripping from the right side of his hand as he stood motionless. They were able to slowly remove his arm from the window and pull some small shards of glass out of the cut. Luckily the bleeding stopped after a while, but Monte's wrist ended up with a permanent scar to remind him to keep his anger under control.

Some days after the latest session with his instructor Monte was working at one of the school pc's when an older student walked in and stood beside him, taking an interest in what he was doing. After a short conversation, Sam asked "You understand that Dr. Yoeder wants to help you, don't you?" Without looking up, Monte nodded and replied "I'm trying to understand it, Sam." Sam spoke a few more encouraging words, and then left the room.

Part Two

As the school year continued, so did the professor's investigation of the young student. By spring the boy was feeling much more comfortable with opening up to his teacher. They were finding that his introspective nature served him well in these tests.

"I feel sped up, and turned around," explained Monte, while gesturing first by making a circle in the air perpendicular to his body using his index finger, and then twisting his cupped hand right to the left through the air in front of him.

They had been discussing Monte's ability to understand his own motivations. Dr. Yoeder explained to Monte that the boy was more in touch with his subconscious than most people.

"Why don't the words come out the same way I'm thinking them?" the boy continued in frustration. "I have lucid conversations in my head, but I feel like I'm short-circuiting my own reactions," said Monte.

"That's a good way of putting it," stated the doctor. "In a way you're a natural scientist, and you analyze everything you do before you act." He suggested to Monte that whenever the boy couldn't think of a conversational reply he should use the phrase "I have no response to that." Monte had sheepishly admitted that he "copied people" throughout his life in order to learn how to interact better, and the doctor had explained that Monte mentally stored behaviors and comments to use in conversations in a kind of mental library, and that like a little helper robot his mind would go fetch the appropriate reply when he needed it. Sometimes there was a glitch in the robot's programming, and it would retrieve an inappropriate response, or none at all.

"Most people are more outwardly focused, and react from an intuitive understanding of the intentions of others," the doctor explained as he strode back and forth at the front of the room.

Monte thought for a moment and said "I can't read your mind, Dr. Yoeder."

The instructor paused, turned toward Monte and asked "What did you say?"

The boy repeated what he had said, and the doctor proceeded to explain that this "mind reading" was inborn for most people, and how it was thought to not work as well in the minds of those with autism.

During class Dr. Yoeder would sometimes appear to lose his train of thought at the chalkboard, and get stuck on a word or phrase, like an absent-minded professor. Monte thought he caught the doctor smiling to himself on a couple of occasions when Monte was able to complete the missing thought for his instructor. Perhaps, Monte speculated, the doctor was testing his ability to read his mind.

One day Monte was about to enter the classroom when he froze, unable to comprehend the scene in front of him. Someone had rearranged all the student desks so they faced different directions, and this confused him to the point where he was unable to move. He stood as if frozen. After the other students slowly chose a seat, Monte was finally able to move a little nervously towards the remaining untaken one, and sat down slowly as if this strange object might suddenly explode. Dr. Yoeder began the session, but Monte couldn't concentrate. His seat wasn't quite facing forward, and he couldn't relax while this change in his usual environment continued. Eventually the doctor allowed the students to put their desks back in place, and he explained to them how a need for order and routine affected some people more than others. Monte felt this applied to him on some deep level.

Later, as he walked by the teenager sitting in his school chair, the doctor asked Monte "Are you rocking?"

"No, I'm vibrating," the boy replied, a slight smirk crossing his face as his upper body continued to move quickly slightly forward and backward. He remembered that Dr. Yoeder had talked in class about how autistic people tended to rock back and forth, and that this was called "stimming", as if they were trying to stimulate themselves. Monte commented that it felt like the opposite to him, in that it was to relieve anxiety, not to become more stimulated.  

As their sessions continued over the next few weeks, Monte's classmates noticed that Dr. Yoeder was rescheduling his classes to talk to some of the advanced students individually, and many students wondered what was going on.

As summer approached Trista, a girl in Monte's class, asked him "What in the world have you and Dr. Yoeder been talking about for so long in there?"

Monte replied "It was about a lot of different things, and it's hard to describe. Maybe I'll be able to tell you about it someday, Trista."

"Dr. Yoeder, why is Monte the way that he is?" Trista asked the next day during class. She and her classmates knew something was up, and had suspected that the doctor was finding out details about their unusual friend which would help explain him to them.

Dr. Yoeder, standing in front of the classroom, proclaimed "He's something new!" while thrusting his index finger into the air. "His condition makes him a conundrum, a paradox wrapped in a mystery."

"What do you think Monte will do with his life?" she continued.

"It's not so much what he does," the doctor replied, "but what he is that counts".

Part Three

"Today I'll tell you about the only true genius I have ever met," the professor told his advanced students at the beginning of fall in Monte's senior year. He proceeded to tell them about David Marr, a brilliant young neuroscientist from Britain. After amazing the class with the theory on brain function created by such a uniquely gifted mind, the doctor then posed a question to them while looking over their heads.

"Now, is there anyone in this room who thinks that they are a true genius?" The classmates, including Monte, all looked around at each other, as if to say "Nope! No geniuses here!" The doctor seemed satisfied by the lack of response. He had heard that some of Monte's classmates were spreading a rumor that Monte was a genius, and had decided to nip that misinterpretation of their quirky classmate's behavior in the bud.

Later Dr. Yoeder began his talk with Monte by saying "Since you're not a genius, let's continue to try to find out what you really are."

Monte agreed, and then the doctor asked "Do you have a soft spot on the top of your head?"

Taken aback, Monte replied that he did not. The doctor explained that the cartilage in a baby's skull gets replaced by bone, but for some people a soft area continues into adulthood. Dr. Yoeder also explained that he had noticed a slightly raised portion on the top front of Monte's head, and speculated that it might have been a small version of a birth defect called an encephalocele which had healed over.

"Let's do some further tests," the doctor suggested, and he motioned Monte to the front of the room. Without hesitating, Dr. Yoeder took a book from a pile he had place there earlier and quickly fanned it in front of Monte. He then handed the book to the boy, and asked him to locate a particular word or phrase that only appeared once in the book as fast as he could. As if by instinct, the young student could often find the phrase within seconds. This continued with other books, as well as a series of photos which the doctor used like flash cards. After showing them to his pupil Dr. Yoeder would then turn around and pick out a picture from the group. He would turn back to face Monte, who would usually be able to tell whether it had been one of the pictures the doctor had flashed at him.

"How do I do that?" Monte quizzed the doctor.

"Your subconscious takes in words and pictures very quickly, and stores them in your short-term memory as visual images," explained Dr. Yoeder. "You are then able to retrieve them almost instantly without conscious effort. You seem to have some minor savant abilities, which are called splinter skills." He went on to tell the boy about some true savants and their abilities. The boy understood, and commented that it was like comparing a splinter of wood to a mighty oak tree. The doctor further explained that Monte probably had more of something called the "myelin sheath" around his neurons, which carried the signals faster and allowed Monte to think faster than normal. He said that with enough practice the teenager could even become like the Gary Mitchell character on "Star Trek" who could scan information very quickly and absorb an entire library of knowledge in a short time. Monte was a little suspicious about whether he could actually accomplish that task, but he trusted the doctor's judgement.

Later that week, Dr. Yoeder began class by asking Monte a question just as the teenager took his seat. "Could you describe what's going on in the back of the classroom without turning around?" he asked. Monte proceeded to give an accurate portrayal of another student finishing an assignment along with other details from the rear of the elongated science classroom.  

"How was he able to do that?" asked Ray, one of Monte's classmates.

The instructor replied "He took in the room at a glance when he walked in."

Dr. Yoeder proceeded to test Monte's peripheral vision by standing to one side of the boy while Monte looked straight ahead. The doctor would then hold up a random number of fingers and ask his student how many fingers were being held up. Dr. Yoeder discovered that Monte's field of vision was quite a bit wider than most people's. The doctor had also previously tested the teenager's visual acuity by having him stand at one end of the school hallway and look towards the far end while trying to identify another student from that distance. Dr. Yoeder was not able to make out who the student was, while Monte had no problem with it at all. The doctor explained that, while the boy's 20/20 vision was normal, his ability to fill in missing details and find patterns was better than normal.

The professor then put these results into context. He said that most people miss about 99% of what's going on around them, in terms of pure sensory experience. But, he said, people like Monte only miss about 98%.

"I feel like a sponge for information," Monte quipped.

"I suppose you are," the doctor agreed. "You can think of your condition in terms of pluses and minuses," he continued. "It confers benefits is some aspects, but limits you in other ways when compared to most people."

Dr. Yoeder continued the class by asking each student a different question as he went around the room. When he got to Monte, he asked "What are you feeling right now?"

Monte thought for a couple of seconds, and started to describe his physical sensations, when Dr. Yoeder interrupted him to explain that he was asking the boy about his emotional state. Monte realized that he did not know what his emotions were at that particular moment. The doctor told Monte that he was a little out of touch with his own feelings. He also explained that he believed Monte had trouble relating to the emotions of other people.

"You have some trouble with feelings of empathy," the doctor explained. At first, Monte confused this with sympathy, which the doctor explained had more to do with being aware of the feelings of others, while empathy was actually feeling the emotion that another person was experiencing.

"Your sensitivities are different, both emotionally and physically," the doctor had explained to the boy. To demonstrate this he had another student grasp Monte's forearm by both hands and twist slightly in opposite directions.

"Doesn't that hurt?" asked Scott, the other boy.

"I guess it stings a little," replied Monte.

Then the doctor had a third student try it on Scott, who yanked his arm away quickly and shouted "That hurts!"  

"Monte's nerves are resistant to certain types of pain, while sensitive to other kinds of input," the doctor explained to the class. He went on to demonstrate this with light and sound, which would make Monte flinch at intensities or pitches that did not bother the other students.

The teenager was also sensitive to light touches, but relaxed when his whole body was under light pressure. Each summer at the county fair there was a ride shaped like half of a vertical clam shell. The shell was made of thick metal painted deep maroon on the outside. He would sit on the bench inside the shell and turn a wheel in front of him to make the ride spin around faster and faster. Monte enjoyed the feeling of having his body pressed back against the padded inside of the clam shell. He also found it relaxing to stand on the curb close to the street during a parade whenever the marching band passed by and the percussion section reverberated through his chest. Even walking against a strong wind could feel relaxing to him.

Monte was also not comfortable with close physical proximity to others, and Dr. Yoeder sat down in a chair close to Monte's.

"I want you to tell me how far I need to move my chair away from you before you feel comfortable," he told Monte. The distance turned out to be around 3 feet away.

Scott spoke up saying "Dr. Yoeder, did you know that Monte can make his whole body go rigid, and you can't push him over?" They attempted that in class, and no other boy could push Monte over.

"He becomes an immovable object!" declared the instructor, who was not surprised by this.  

Chapter Three - One Last Time

Part One

The advanced classes continued to proceed as winter approached, with Dr. Yoeder gearing them towards the common interests among Monte and his mostly male peers.

One topic of interest, at least to Monte, was the life of Nikola Tesla, which came up after Monte described Thomas Edison as "boring". Dr. Yoeder made a mystery out of the purpose for Tesla's Wardenclyffe tower, and had the class make guesses about what it was intended to be used for. Eventually they gave up and the professor explained it was for wireless transmittal, which did not impress the class too much. Monte piped up that if it could send pictures and sound, it would have been pretty cool since it was built well before the advent of television. In later years he would find out how really impressive Tesla's tower would have been if it had been completed.

At one point towards the end of class the doctor had Monte and 3 or 4 other boys sit around him in a semicircle. He seemed to be in an agitated mood. He jabbed his finger at Monte and proclaimed "You're an alien!" He paused, and when there was no reply he waggled his finger around at the rest of them and said "You're all aliens!" The students were a little shocked at this, and Monte felt that he needed to think fast in order to break the tension.

After a couple of seconds the boy retorted "Live long and prosper, Dr. Yoeder," while at the same time flashing the Vulcan salute at him. Monte's classmates started laughing, and had to quickly explain this hand sign to the doctor, who at first thought it might be a profane gesture.

The next day Monte declared that he was not an alien, but an android. "I'm like Questor, from Gene Roddenberry's television movie 'The Questor Tapes'.  He's an android trying to find out what he is, and what his purpose is." The doctor nodded in understanding.

Early in his final semester as a senior Monte waited alone in the science room for one of their talks. Dr. Yoeder remained outside a long time, occasionally peeking in the little window in the door. Finally, the instructor entered the room.

"When I came in, you were sitting in a rather odd position," he told the young man.

Occasionally his classmates had found Monte standing frozen in the school hallway, staring straight ahead. They called him a space cadet. This time Monte had been sitting in his chair a little scooted down and slightly hunched forward, with his head tilted to the left side, his left foot turned in, and his arms placed on the desk-top with his hands cupped inward.

"I was in thinking mode," the boy explained to the doctor. They had previously discussed how Monte seemed to quickly change in and out of various modes of thought and behavior, like switching a television channel.

The doctor did not reply, but began slowly pacing back and forth in front of the seated boy. "You know, that's the way some autistics are," he finally said without looking at Monte.

"It's relatively mild, isn't it?" asked Monte, looking for reassurance.

"Your condition affects everything you think, do, and feel," the doctor explained. He ended the session by telling his pupil that he would see him the next day.

The following day they were discussing evolution, and the professor described how some researchers felt that autism comprised an evolutionary throwback of sorts. He jokingly pointed at Monte's forehead in class, and instructed his classmates to look at Monte's brow ridges. During a later discussion Monte decided to turn the tables on those critics and declared that his condition was actually an evolutionary step forward for humanity. For instance, he claimed, people like him were better suited to survive in trips to outer space due to his ability to cope with isolation and routine, skill with computers, and a desire to live in zero gravity environments due to a lack of coordination on the ground. As the doctor had said, "Gravity is his enemy." Monte went so far as to define his kind as a subspecies which he dubbed "homo sapiens autisticus".

Part Two

In the middle of the Spring semester of Monte's senior year the student and teacher were beginning to wrap up their face to face sessions.

"Monte, there is no name for your condition. Not yet, anyway. But there are other people in the world like you," Dr. Yoeder explained.

The scientist and teacher had guided Monte through many of the important ramifications of this condition, and armed him with some of the behaviors he would need to get along in the "normal" world.

"Your problems are mostly with empathy and egocentrism," the doctor continued.

Monte didn't react.

"Would you like a diagnosis?" the doctor asked the boy.

"Is autism considered a mental illness?" Monte asked his instructor.

"I'm afraid that right now it is," the teacher answered.

The young student replied that, in that case, he would decline the diagnosis.

"The brain sciences are going through a paradigm shift," Dr. Yoeder went on, using the phrase long before it became popularized, "which is a state of crisis during which anomalies in current theories must be explained by new ideas, backed up by evidence gleaned from observation. There has been a turning away from purely behavioral explanations of the workings of the mind, towards the acceptance of inner experiences as evidence of those workings. People like you are helping us by showing us how an anomalous mind works."

Before Monte had time to think of a response the instructor suddenly stated "History sometimes treats people harshly."

Monte's brow furrowed, and he said "Are you talking about yourself?" He was a little nervous about the answer.

The doctor did not look at Monte, but replied "It's you that I'm worried about."

Then Dr. Yoeder paused.

"What do you think about that?" he continued.

"I think I'm going to forget about it as quickly as possible," the boy replied, his anxieties climbing.  The doctor seemed to understand, and the session ended. Within a matter of days, Monte felt that he had pushed the matter from his mind.

Dr. Yoeder had begun to realize that Monte's fantasy world was taking over, and that Monte's egocentricity was making him believe he was at the center of an important change in world history. Time with the student was running out as graduation approached, and in a desperate attempt to break him out of his growing delusions the doctor one day revealed Monte's fantasy to the class. This embarrassed Monte quite a bit, and of course some members of his graduating class teased him about it, but it did wake him up from his dream enough to keep him from slipping into a world of his own that was completely detached from the real one.

Part Three

As the school year hurried to a close the young student's apprehensions worsened as he contemplated graduation and the inevitable separation from his classmates and his home town.

Monte had begun to grow distressed at the seemingly endless series of tests by Dr. Yoeder. One evening at home he paced back and forth in his room at home, trying to think of a way to express his discomfort to his teacher in as reasonable a way as possible. Retreating to his room, where he could play music and draw in his sketchpads, was the only way he had to really get away from the strains of the social world. The next day he approached Dr. Yoeder after class and nervously explained the situation to him. The doctor seemed to understand, and the boy left for the day.

"He's overloading me," complained Monte the next morning when another of his fellow students asked about his apparent distress. More and more, the doctor had used class time to point out Monte's differences from the rest of his peers, and had organized sessions to test Monte's peculiarities. Monte had begun to withdraw from this focus, and his stress grew to the point where he would often avoid Dr. Yoeder between classes. The doctor was aware of Monte's moodiness, but he was pushing a little harder on the teenager lately.

"Your father's a child!" the doctor declared dramatically as he strode past the seated boy in class one day. Startled, Monte nearly jumped from his chair in shock, tired of the persistent nature of this relationship. The doctor turned and headed back. "And your mother is like a 3 year old," he stated. Monte barked out a slightly disgusted laugh, wondering if his mother had just been insulted. Hadn't he clearly communicated his desire to be treated like the others, and not some freakish center of attention? He had often been considered a teacher's pet, and learned quickly that not everyone loved you for this. He had developed an anxiety about being in the limelight.

Towards the end of Monte's senior year the situation with his instructor had become intolerable.

"I'm done. I can't stand it anymore," Monte said to a classmate.

During class the troubled young man refused to answer any of the doctor's questions when they strayed from that period's subject matter. "I only have to talk about things that are pertinent to this class," he stated without looking at anyone.

"You're depressed," the doctor told Monte, who insisted that he wasn't. The doctor was right, but he was also wise enough to abandon this approach from that time on.

Dr. Yoeder was not going to give up so easily, and between classes would speak to Monte in a quiet voice without looking at the boy while walking past him in the hallway. This was to avoid directly approaching his student which tended to cause the young man to flinch. The doctor knew that Monte's sensitive sense of hearing couldn't help but pick up on his words.

On the final day of class in the spring of 1980 Trista insisted that everyone say good-bye to Dr. Yoeder. She pulled Monte over, who agreed to at least say farewell. Monte stood briefly in front of the doctor, and tried to shake his hand. Dr. Yoeder refused and looked away with a sullen expression on his face, and Monte abruptly turned and said "Thanks" in a low voice and left the auditorium.

In the hallway Monte's class began saying their farewells. Trista came up to him and asked him if she could give him a hug. Monte only reluctantly said yes, since he didn't like to touch others. "Monte, what field of study will you go into?" she asked.

Monte replied "I'm not sure. I just want my little corner of the world."  Trying to think of something appropriate to say as they parted, he finally decided on "We'll see each other again." It was a phrase he had heard other students say to one another.

Feeling out of place in the crowd, and uncomfortable while everyone else was occupied in emotion filled conversations, Monte walked towards the exit of his home town high school for the last time. As he approached the doorway he once again felt the presence of a unique instructor. When Dr. Yoeder brushed by him Monte heard him say "Your family needs you" in a clear, deep voice. Monte nodded to himself, and would find the wisdom of this advice ring more truthfully as the years passed by.

The doctor then turned abruptly, and headed back in Monte's direction. "But you don't need them!" the doctor said while thrusting his finger into the air as he strode past Monte. The young man grinned slightly to himself as he watched the great man fade down the hall.

Monte walked out the school doors and into the parking lot towards his car.  Melanie, another classmate, ran to catch up to him and asked "When are you coming back?"

Monte paused, and before getting into his vehicle replied "It's going to be a long time."


Over time, Monte forgot many of the events from high school. When he went away to college his separation anxieties were so great that he had to force many of the more tension filled memories to the back of his mind, or else he felt he would not be able to function. During the years and decades to follow scraps from the past would sometimes float back to his waking mind, but they were haphazard and unconnected to each other, like confetti in the wind. He didn't have a structure he could use to connect his memories together. Nearly 25 years passed, and then as he began reading more and more on the internet about a condition called Asperger Syndrome his memories began to reassemble. He felt a gradual and growing relief from years of searching within himself and wondering what was wrong with him, and became especially moved by the words and experiences from those who were on the autism spectrum. He had finally found that there really were other people like him in the world, just as Dr. Yoeder had told him so long ago.
A short story about autism and Asperger Syndrome based on my experiences in high school in the late 1970's with a remarkable teacher.

Some notes:

1) This is based on my memories, and while I feel the overall story reasonably portrays how I felt about those days, the fact is that memories are tricky things. As I wrote in the epilogue, the story has been reconstructed from bits and pieces, and over a quarter of a century memories can change. Besides, this was written in a short story format, and while I put it in the memoir category, the best label for it overall might be "creative nonfiction".

2) I've never been officially diagnosed with Aspergers (I was told by a specialist that I'm too "high functioning"), but I feel that my teacher essentially did that back then. He was very thorough, and I've left many details out of the story.

3) Remember to keep the story in perspective. At that time there was no internet and there were no books on Aspergers to help us. We were figuring things out together.

my Aspie-themed poem:
An Aspie AnthemWe
We do
                                     only a little differently.

my poem about my life as an Aspie:
The LongA part,
Yet not together
Confidence a feather.
Told to need,
Have heart
Not knowing how to start.
Mind there,
Then here
A hiking trip of fear.
To touch,
Reach out
Frozen by their shouts.
Solace found,
Timed in bits
Friendships born by act of wit.
Yo-yo self,
Lost again
Waft around another bend.
Thoughts align,
Connected crowd
Share a dream upon a cloud.
Passed the tense,
Future's free
Questioning what to be.
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A remarkable short story delving into a very extraordinary student-teacher relationship. Turning Inward - Asperger Syndrome and discovery by *homunculus888 manages to explain the aspects of the syndrome while retaining its own world. ( Featured by Nichrysalis )
Marian-ette Featured By Owner May 12, 2014  Student Writer
My cousin has Asperger Syndrome. She would greatly appreciate this piece, as do I. It's awesome to have such incredible insight.
sincebecomeswhy Featured By Owner May 13, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
It was a magnificent gift to have so much insight into the condition given to me by my teacher. I hope you can share the story with your cousin.
SRSmith Featured By Owner May 5, 2014   Writer
I found this to be an amazing read on a number of levels. As an insight into another life and mind it's fascinating, deeply personal, honest and remarkably objective. As an insight into the connection your teacher developed with you, and the lengths he went through not only to better understand you, but to help you in no small way better understand yourself is inspiring. Just as a chronological account alone, it's an engaging piece of writing.

I've been frustrated my entire life by how easily some things come to me, and how difficult other things are to process. I've come to recognize since having children, and with one in particular who is an 11 year old caricature of myself, specific things that we both struggle with, there's nothing quite like looking into a living mirror to make you seen things you've never seen before. I also realize that I've developed a wide variety of coping mechanisms when it comes to socializing, learning, and dealing with anxiety and stress. None of these, I don't think at least, were developed deliberately, I've just been trying new things for as long as I can remember, keeping those things that work and discarding the rest somewhat subconsciously. For example, I have a very difficult if not impossible time learning new things without music, and I've amassed a large collection of ambient and electronic music that I listen to almost constantly while writing or programming. Whenever I'm learning something new it's a requirement. I can read a page over and over realizing at the bottom of each pass that I've seen but not read anything, and yet when I add music, not only do I absorb the content but it's sticky, and I can conceptualize abstract concepts and recall specific details later. I don't know why that works, or at what point I discovered that it did, but it does. I remember being very productive on the train commuting, moreso than anywhere else and when I think back I remember that I put headphones on to drown out the other commuters. I used to read voraciously as a child and put headphones on listening to by eldest sister's Jean Michel Jarre albums so I could sit on the comfy couch in the living room without the rest of my family disturbing me. Sometimes my life feels like a M.Night Shyamalan movie, where you go back through things a second time with new eyes all the time to discover new meaning. 

I've never considered the possibility that there's anything specifically unusual about me, and I don't think that I have any particular condition, but I do believe that my brain is wired up slightly different from most people in specific areas. 

I very much appreciate narratives like yours as they give me new ways of looking at things, and new understandings of things that are around me for which I have no direct experience.
sincebecomeswhy Featured By Owner May 6, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I can't tell you how much I appreciate your comments. The only reason I joined dA was to get some exposure for this story. At the time I had no intention of going through a publisher and was frustrated about what to do with it. So to get a DD and have people respond so positively had been very rewarding.

The sort of continuing self-reflection you describe is something I can relate to. It's like I'm keeping mental notes as life goes on and periodically go back and review them to understand myself better. It's an objective viewpoint that I can use to put my subjective experiences in perspective.

You seem like someone who thrives on order and possibly routine. It's similar to some aspects of Aspergers as well as ADHD and OCD from what I understand, but that doesn't necessarily mean you are diagnosable, just that you have some of the characteristics.

I'm glad my story communicated something meaningful to you. That justifies my purpose in writing it. Thanks again for the wonderful feedback.
Yainderidoo Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2014   Traditional Artist
Thank you Mitch for sharing this story with us. 
So many years have gone by...and not understanding whats going on, is my story. 
It feels indeed good ( ! ) that we're not alone, just like you and Dr. Yoeder said.
sincebecomeswhy Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm so glad I could! The internet is a great way to communicate for people like me who don't care for so much personal contact. There are many books on Aspergers that help too.
aegiandyad Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2013
A truly remarkable piece of work - insightful, vivid, immediate and appealing to all who have problems of all kinds. You certainly deserve the daily deviation. You show remarkabe insight into Aspergers and the way you tackled your situation is commendable. Thank you so much for faving my journal "Rich people tend to be miserable…. The entry point into that journal was trying to cope with my own mental health problems and instead of writing about that the piece turned into one about wealthy people. I am flattered that you appreciated what I tried to write. I will be reading your work with interest. mrs aegian.
sincebecomeswhy Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Much appreciated! I doubt I'll ever write anything that will reach so many people again.

Sometimes it can be cathartic to write about others when you are dealing with your own issues. Yours is a memorable piece.
aegiandyad Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2013
Thank you so much.
SpiderTrekfan616 Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm not sure what to say, all I can think of is that this is amazing. I myself was Diagnosed with Aspergers at the age of six, it was discovered when I was at the neurology ward of Alfred I Dupont Children's Hospital where I was also diagnosed with Epilepsy, Seeing this helps me feel one step closer to not feeling so alone in the world. You Definitely deserve the DD and a Watch from me.
sincebecomeswhy Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks so much for that! It's great you got diagnosed at an early age. Did you know that nicswaner who have me the DD also had AS and epilepsy?
Nichrysalis Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Inthebasementinsky Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
I will be turning 22 in August and I went through a 14 year long struggle to get a name for what I have. I still struggle but it's a better struggle if that makes any sense at all. I remember in my grade school days being the "teachers pet" but looking back at what few clear memories I have it did a lot of good for me. My father, as much as I love him, was (and some ways still is) ver impatient to my symptoms so having love and support outside of stressor that was my own home got me through academically and in everyday life as well. Aspergers syndrome will always follow me but I will continue to learn, grow, and function with it.

Your story is well written, imformative, and did what few prose can do to me, bring a tear to my eye. Thank you for your wonderful story.
sincebecomeswhy Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm so glad you found my story moving and that you can relate to it. It just takes one person in your life who understands what you're going through to make all the difference, and it sounds like you had that in school if not at home. It's a "better struggle" for me these days too. :)
cality Featured By Owner Jun 8, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
This was fantastic, really well written – congratulations on the DD, and thank you for sharing this!

I've always found synaesthesia to be a really interesting condition to read about. :nod:
sincebecomeswhy Featured By Owner Jun 8, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I appreciate your remarks.

Synesthesia is still one one of the most fascinating topics to me, too. The CV who gave me the DD has the sound-to-color type.

Thanks so much for reading and commenting! :D
cality Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
That's really interesting. :nod:

You're very welcome!
mokax3 Featured By Owner May 4, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Very inspiring! You were able to depict the main character's unique habits without even giving it a glimpse of abnormality :D
Good job! ^^
sincebecomeswhy Featured By Owner May 5, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks very much! My habits can look abnormal sometimes but I didn't want them to appear too bizarre.
SwiftWindSpirit Featured By Owner May 3, 2013  Professional Writer
As a fellow high functioning Aspie I can relate what you went through for all those years where people didn't see the Aspergers until later on when you yourself discovered it. I've only known about this for two years since I was diagnosed at 28 which was a huge shock. I wish I had known then what I know now. You are really lucky to have been able to turn a real life thing into this story people who want to learn about what we deal with can understand. I'll be the first to tell you that people are naive to what they don't want to realize or understand. Before I got diagnosed I had this shoved in my face by my mother who did me a big dis service by knowing I had it but doing nothing but blaming my sexual identity on this. I'm really glad to have the help I do who is helping me get the life I'm working my butt off to get myself to prove yes I can no matter what the odds.

I wish you luck and thanks so much for sharing this.. It really shows our loudest attrivute is through the writing we do :)
sincebecomeswhy Featured By Owner May 4, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
It's great to be able to share our experiences like this with other people. Today's world has many opportunities for us to find others and to learn about them and ourselves. I am so happy to tell my story and help other people. It is difficult but I hope things improve for you over time like it has for me.

Thanks for reading and for commenting.
SwiftWindSpirit Featured By Owner May 5, 2013  Professional Writer
What makes you special is that you are someone who was one of the first to be discovered to have this. I'm really glad there are people older then me who have been down the same tough road with this but have found a way to share it with the world.
sincebecomeswhy Featured By Owner May 6, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
More lucky than special I think. Aspies like me are not hard to find through the Internet, but there's really no one like David, my teacher. Chances are that he would have met others with similar conditions, and probably did later, but he is a unique individual. So I'm very grateful to have been in the right place in the right time, and now have the opportunity to tell the story.
SwiftWindSpirit Featured By Owner May 6, 2013  Professional Writer
See the problem is there aren't enough Aspies like you who are old enough to tell of their experiences to kids who need to hear it. I'm one of the oldest clients in my Aspie group so while I am learning I am also passing on what I've learned and done to parents who need the word of they are not alone. You are probably one of the only older Aspies I know of whose written something this through. I think David would be very proud of what you are doing now :)
sincebecomeswhy Featured By Owner May 7, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I know you're right. There will be a book coming out next year called "Been There, Done That, Try This" that I have written some articles for. It will be a compilation of writing and art by older Aspie "mentors" covering a range of 17 topics about how we have dealt with issues over the years. Until then I would suggest searching for support sites, blogs and videos for people on the spectrum talking about their lives. I have some of my favorites listed on my youtube channel [link]. Look under "about" for the links.
SwiftWindSpirit Featured By Owner May 12, 2013  Professional Writer
There is a publishing company out of Dallas called Prufrock publishing who deals in stories like yours. My life coach suggested them to me because he was a co-author in a book he wrote and he used them.

Here's their website:

blackcherryangel Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:clap: I'm sitting here overwhelmed with emotions. Thank you for sharing this here. I know you have touched more people with this personal story than you realize. I had no clue this was your story until I read your author's notes at the end. Your title made me want to read the story. I :heart: you writing style. This is an inspirational story.
sincebecomeswhy Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
It was a unique experience to live through and I've always felt a desire to try and bring it to life for other people. It's wonderful that you've been moved by it. Parts of it were not easy to talk about and thank you for sharing your reaction.

It'd funny I didn't know I had a style until people mentioned it. :)
sincebecomeswhy Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
"It's" funny.
blackcherryangel Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:facepalm: That was suppose to read "I :heart: your writing style: lol
GABanks118 Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2013  Student Writer
This is a very interesting read for me because I've been diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome myself. It's interesting to see all the similarities this story has with my own life. I'm certainly not the same, and that's the thing about the autistic that's so great: they're like snowflakes, where no two are truly alike.
I've read somewhere that identical snowflakes have been discovered, but that's beside the point. This was a good read.
sincebecomeswhy Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for reading my story, and I'm very glad you could relate to some of it. There's certainly a wide array of characteristics for those of us on the spectrum, but some things seem more universal than others. Luckily human beings are a lot more complex that snowflakes, so I doubt if any of us is quite the same!
DragonflyLite Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Ooh, I read about half of it, but there's a lot here and I'm reading from Get Watchers, so I'll have to bookmark it and finish later. I'll save my feedback until then.

I was diagnosed with high-functioning Aspergers when I was in the second grade and I also have undiagnosed Discalculia. I've always felt like it was important for people on the spectrum who are able to advocate for ourselves and let others know what it's like to have what we have. Thanks for this. =)
sincebecomeswhy Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Cool! I'm eager to hear your comments.

It's certainly a great thing to be able to get exposure like this and spread awareness of our experiences. I'm also writing some pieces for a book about Aspie "mentors" and I hope to upload them to dA sometime.
kushamisaru Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Found this through get watchers, but since it got a DD, I don't think there's a lot that I can say that already hasn't been said.

But, I'll try!

I find the idea of writing about these disorders fascinating; not in a morbid "haha they have problems way", but in a more "inform the people way", so kudos to you! I was planning to do something similar with ADD, since I have that, but I'm not copying you, okay? I got the idea before I saw this! >.<

Oh, and congrats on the DD.
sincebecomeswhy Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks! I agree that writing about these issues helps educate people in positive ways.

And more power to you on your writing :)
kushamisaru Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Mmmhm! :nod:

Thank you very much!
Meggie272 Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
This is a remarkable and immersive piece of writing - thank you for sharing something so personal and deeply interesting :)
sincebecomeswhy Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I really appreciate that.:D It wasn't easy to write about some of the things in the story, but it's been worth it to be able to share it on dA.
Does autism affect your life in some way?
Meggie272 Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I'm not autistic myself, but I have three very close people in my life who are on varying places of the spectrum. I'm looking at it from an outsider's perspective and so sometimes it's challenging for me to fully realise what you and people like you must go through, but every piece of understanding I gain about it helps me to know my friends a little better, and gives me insight on what life is like for them.
sincebecomeswhy Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm glad to be part of your search for understanding us. :thumbsup:

You might find some useful stories from other people on the spectrum in my favorites under the literature folder, if you're interested.
Meggie272 Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
And I am very thankful to you and all of those who are willing to share their stories :) the more communication and understanding in this world, the better.

Thanks! I'll have a look.
ChildrenOfTheMCRmy Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I have two siblings that are aspies. This is a really amazing account of what you're/you have gone through in my opinion, and it helps me understand what my siblings are going through at the same time.
And I've always had a strange fascination by psychology and mental differences such as Asperger Syndrome, Autism, and schizophrenia. And I actually wish I had some form of synesthesia, although I've had people tell me it's not generally a good thing...
Excuse my inability to express myself clearly. I'm fifteen and the way I feel about what I just read is hard to convey.
sincebecomeswhy Featured By Owner Dec 26, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I think you've conveyed yourself pretty well. Your comments show me that you've picked up on what I think are the most interesting parts of the story, and it's been an unexpected but wonderful result of posting this on dA that I've been able to get this kind of feedback. I'm thrilled to know that my story sheds some light on your siblings. I'm curious what drawbacks you've heard about synesthesia?
ShiGaHoshii Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Amazing. Very interesting and educational. I can't relate at all, but it's a fascinating to read. Very well written too. There's really nothing more I could say.

`LOL (comment credited to #LOVE-Original-LIT)
sincebecomeswhy Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
You've said enough for me to say how much I appreciate your comments. I'm curious which part or parts you feel were educational?
ShiGaHoshii Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I hadn't heard or read much about that syndrome and I like learning about the human brain and mind, so it was very interesting for me. You've described it well enough so even people like me can understand, even if just a bit, what a person with the syndrome feels and thinks like.
sincebecomeswhy Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks again. I'm glad it communicated something of my world to you.
ShiGaHoshii Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for sharing it! :)
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