Hi,
I am sinsboldly, but you can call me Merle. I got the name from a creative writing teacher that probably figured out there was something up, neurologically with me, but this was before Asperger's Syndrome was known in the US, so he just said I was like Martin Luther's quote that I didn't know I was sinning so I 'sinned boldly'. My folk used to call me the 'bull in the china shop' because I would blabber and blurt anything and everything I was thinking.
I used to think I had been enlightened enough to have several lives in this one life,with out having to die and 'forget' them between each one. It's like it is multiple personalities only serially, one unique person at a time. I don't know what I think now, but I still experience it. I have been a rock festival organizer in Seattle, a cook in San Francisco and a chef in Kailua-Kona, HI, lived for years in a hippie commune in CA, a computer troubleshooter at Gateway 2000, organized acid dealers in Berkeley, drove taxi in San Diego, was a stand up comedienne in NYC and a semi-professional dominatrix in Minneapolis. I now am a Medicare Fraud investigator for a well known Health Insurance company I am proud to work with (not for profit, champion of health care transparency).
I do a lot of volunteer work, lately. It keeps me off the streets. I like to do a couple tokes every now and then and just recently lost 18% of my body weight by sticking to a different diet/way of eating. It is getting to be fun to walk everywhere and run up the 5 floors to the roof at work. It has changed my attitude and I suppose my cholesterol and blood sugars are behaving themselves.
I came to understand my Asperger's late in life. It was a relief to finally know why at almost 60, I would still skip down the halls at work. Why I stared into the middle distance and liked it. Why my childhood was a nightmare and my adolescence a terror. Why I stimmed and talked and talked and talked about the most obscure and arcane information while others eyes glassed and glazed and they begged off to parts unknown. Wondered why my various husbands and long term companions would chew their arms off to get away from me. And those that would continue to be with me and I would not , why I beat a hasty retreat and moved out when they went out for a pack of cigarettes. . .
so, what goes on around here?
Merle
