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MY NEW BOOK

Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 11:07 pm
by Autist X
In reference to my new book:

My First Big Fat Autistic Novel
or a Record of Atypical Close UFO Encounters
by Autist X

now available at Amazon Kindle, etc.


Greetings, readers.
I suppose you wonder who I am and why I wrote this. Sometimes I wonder the same thing.
This is for human beings who are said to be “on the autistic spectrum,” for their relatives and loved ones, for those who diagnose and treat them, as well as for those who do not like them. This is for those who want to see with the eyes of an autistic human being.
But, you say, this is supposedly a fiction. Well, yes, but some of the specifics are factual. Go figure.
Myths and fictions, as well as nonfictions, convey facts, sometimes better than even a scientific paper. I have some nonfiction in the oven.
Now, who am I?
I am a seventy-one year old male human being. I earned a B.S. in chemistry (concentration: biochemistry) and a B.S. in Zoology (concentration: cell physiology) from a large state university in the USA. I began a Master’s program, but I had to quit to work full time as a chemist at a copper mine. Later, I was invited to work in defense chemistry.
Now here’s the catch.
In my twenties, I voluntarily sought psychiatric help for drinking too much alcohol, depression, and what medical scientists now recognize as the symptoms of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Subsequently, I sought voluntary admission to the private psychiatric hospital at which my psychiatrist practiced. Following admission, I quickly deteriorated and spun into a severe depression while I lost great amounts of weight, even though I had a good appetite. I ended up weighing less than one hundred pounds.
Because I had become “argumentative and unrealistic,” I was told that if I wanted to stay, I would have to submit to a sanity hearing. I said that I now was two to three times as unwell as I had been upon admission; I submitted to the sanity hearing.
I was found not guilty: competent and not mentally ill.
I returned to the private psychiatric hospital where the nurses congratulated me and tried to cheer me up. Next day, my psychiatrist told me that I indeed had been committed, that there were other kinds of commitments in our state. This state was not a state people referred to as “enlightened,” and it was the 1960s.
I grew worse, to the point that I would try anything to get well, even voluntary electroconvulsive therapy. They gave me three in the series, but hours after the third, while eating my lunch, I convulsed so badly (grand mal seizure) that they called off the E.C.T. series.
I want the rest of us to know about this. I say “the rest of us” because when medicine and its specialty, psychiatry, developed further (2010), I was informed by the medical scientists that obviously I had been an autistic human being all along, and that this was the reason none of my physicians could quite agree on what diagnosis to assign to me.
Autism was an uncommon diagnosis then. These latter physicians said they were “sorry,” that “it never should have happened,” that it was “a travesty of both medicine and the law,” and that “at least partially because of people like you, it can never again happen.” I resolved to write “a bunch of stuff,” fiction and nonfiction on these topics, from the inside out. This is the first of the many, if I live long enough.
I hope you enjoy this.
Try to figure out which of my characters are on the spectrum, which are with Asperger’s, what parts of the fiction are nonfiction, what parts of the book you would like to live your lives in.
Throughout this note to my readers, I have used the term “human being” where others would have used other words. I used it because I believe that humans on or off the “spectrum” need to be afforded human dignity, no matter what variety of human being we are. The term “human being” may help us to remember this, until we grow too familiar with that term also.

Autist X