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Did you lose all your friends when you where 13?

by Henk ter Heide on Thursday January 19, 2012

The strange thing is that lonely people with a lot of problems always think
that their problems are generally known.
They hate their family and colleagues for not helping them.
In actual fact no one knows about your problems.
Even people who have gone through the same kind of problems as you are
experiencing, can’t see the difference between people who choose to be on their
own and people who don’t know how to make friends.
So if you recognize yourself in this article.
Don’t worry.
Nobody knows it’s about you.

Going through puberty is a difficult time.
A lot changes.
Not only your body changes, but also the way you think, the way you deal with
problems, the way you deal with people. Even your behavior changes; you learn
how to behave as an adult male or female (by imitating the behavior of your
father or mother).

A lot can go wrong.
And since there are so many developments going on there are a lot of different
problems adolescents can run into.
And just like most people with problems adolescents with problems are selfish
and only feel at ease with people with the same kind of problems.

And that is where the trouble starts.
As adults we tend to forget how limited the world of children and young
adolescents is.
Children will only talk with children their own age or maybe one year older or
younger.
Except at the start of puberty.
Thirteen year olds feel that twelve year olds are childish.
So they’ll only talk to children who are older. But fifteen year olds feel that
thirteen year olds are childish and won’t talk to them.
So thirteen year olds can only talk to other thirteen year olds and fourteen
year olds.

And then there are the geographical boundaries.
Children and young adolescents only know children within a 50 meters radius of
their home and only talk to children within a 3 meters radius of their seat at
school.
Children at the front of the class don’t talk with children at the back of the
class.

So when you’re thirteen there are about 10 children with whome you could be
friends.
If your thirteen and your parents are divorced and none of those 10 children
have parents that are divorced, it’s very easy to feel an outcast.
If you’re gay or have autism or some other less frequent problem it’s even less
likely that you know anyone with the same problems. And more likely that you
feel an outcast.

If you felt an outcast as a child you probably also felt picked on.
You felt that (some) children where mean spirits that took great joy in hurting
you.
But actually they weren’t.
They were just frightened children with their own problems that hurt what they
didn’t understand.
(How could they have understood, since you never told them what hurt you…)
So you got used to doing things all by your selves.

                                                  ***

Everything changes when you turn eighteen.
You go out to work or to study.
You have a lot more money, join a club or go to a pub.
In some countries you’re considered an adult, in others almost an adult. And
all of a sudden you find that every one between 18 and 81 wants to talk to you.
You find that there are hundreds of people who want to talk with you, and
dozens with the same problems as you have.

The only thing is that you have gotten used to going it alone.
You shrug people off.
You’re still afraid that people will hurt you.

It took me till I was in my early thirties before I realized that something had
changed.
In my teens children enjoyed setting me up for jokes that I didn’t understand.
In my thirties I came to understand that being friends isn’t a zero sum game:
People will only talk to you when they enjoy talking to you.
So for those of us who where picked on in our teens it’s very easy to drive the
people away who want to befriend us.

It’s very easy to prove that nobody wants to befriend you.
But if you try it’s as easy to find people who do want to befriend you.
And with the much bigger choice you have, it’s very easy to avoid the few
people you don’t like.

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Finding the limit of my thoughts

by Henk ter Heide on Sunday July 5, 2009

Thinking about my thinking process.

  1. Processing abstract information
  2. Finding the limit of my thoughts

So I had figured out that I talk to myself to solve abstract problems. I figured that since the behavior has a purpose there should be a natural border. Some place to stop talking.

BTW When I say I’m talking to myself that’s not completely true. In my fantasy I’m having a discussion with some one who is an interested party in the problem I’m trying to solve.
I tell him the story of the problem plus every solution I’ve found up till now.
Sometimes I get stuck and I will repeat the same few sentences over and over for hours. Sometimes even for days.
You can imagine how annoying that can get.

It took me a while but I finally found out that there is actually a very obvious answer to this question.
For me the whole world is connected. Every problem is connected to every other problem – I’m told that this has either something to do with being autistic or with having a visual thought process – So when I start analysing some problem I can’t stop because the problem goes on and on.

But I can greatly reduce the number of problems I have to solve if I simply apply the rule that every problem I solve has to improve my life.
So Dutch unemployment crisis, as interesting it might be, is not something I should be thinking about. Same holds true for the famine in Africa.
But Promen’s (my employer) embezzlement of reimbursement of travelling expenses is a problem I should try to solve. Not only because it is costing me money. But there’s the simple matter of people doing what they are supposed to do. I should follow the rules and so should upper management. (What can I say. I’m autistic. People acting the way there supposed to, is more important to me then money :) )
(More about this when I’ve solved it.)

So I’ve been living by this rule for a few days and it helps.
A bit.
After a few days I found that even when I limited myself to problems that actually influence my live. I still spend a lot of time talking to myself.

Turns out that I’m somewhat impatience.
When I run into a problem I tend to think about it until I’ve found the first 10 solutions. Then I implement the first solution.
But instead of waiting to find out if the solution works I continue thinking about new solutions. Which is a waste of time because the first one usually works.

But some times it doesn’t. Some problems are a little more complicated. Like the problems with my embezzling employer. And that is when I run into the real problem.
Turns out the there is no logic in the way I solve problems. Possible solutions come at random intervals.
There’s no way of knowing if I’ve found every solution or whether there are still a few more.
And as I said sometimes I get stuck and repeat the same few sentences over and over again.
Sometimes I follow a train of though to it’s bitter end. Only to find that it wouldn’t work.

And then I stop.

And I have no idea whether I stop because I’ve reached the end of a school of thought. Or the end of a series of solutions.
Or just stop because I don’t feel like thinking abstract anymore.

The thing is that if I stop because I’ve reached the end of the school of thought or the end of the series of solutions. It would imply that I do know how many solutions I might expect.
If that’s the case it stands to reason that me getting stuck has more to do with my own annoyance then with my thinking process.

To Be Continued…

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Looking for a resolution

by Henk ter Heide on Friday May 29, 2009

A few days ago I wrote about my problems with self confidence. To solve those problems I tried something that’s completely new for me.

I always have the feeling that everything in the world is interconnected. That you can’t move one thing without moving the whole world.
I’ve been told that is something that’s typical for people who have a visual thinking process.
One of the results of that feeling is that I tend to want to solve all my problems all at ones. It never works but I keep trying.

This time I decided that I should find out what would happen if I solved my problems one at the time. At the moment I have three biggies. I started with the one that annoys me the most and work my way down.

In the last week I’ve all but solved my bowel problems. It turns out to be a paradoxical problem.
I find it very difficult to trust feelings I only partly recognize. But the moment I did it became very easy to trust my feelings.

The second problem is work related.
For the last year I’ve been filing complaints about something that is going wrong in my job and nobody listened.
Thinking about the problem as a self confidence problem I realized that there are two bold moves I can make that will solve the problem. The first one is something simple that will show that I’m not some one to mess with. The second will probably take some months to implement but will solve every problem of this type.
(I tell more about this in one of my next posts.)

The third problem has to do with drawing.
I’ve been thinking about what it is that makes this next drawing so difficult and I must say that I’ve been kind of stuck.
The drawing doesn’t seem that difficult to me. I should be able to just start with it and find which parts of the face I should practice some more.

Not being able to find a solution for the third problem I’ve spend most of my time thinking about the second problem.
While doing so I realized that I was wrong. I don’t have three big problems I have four. I’m not drawing because of the fourth problem.

I never realized it but there is a problem with being both autistic and gifted.
Most autistics are very fanatical with some type of collection or have a, often strange, subject that holds their attention for there whole life.

I’m an autistic of the last type. I need a subject that is interesting enough to spend most of my live reading and thinking about. But being gifted means that there is no subject complicated enough to keep me interested my whole life. Which means that I have to switch subject every 15 to 20 years or so.
I’m about to switch to my third subject; learning to draw as good as is humanly possible.

The problem is that I can’t make that switch without closing the second subject. Or actually without find a way of doing something with what I’ve learned.

From my 19th till my 35th I tried to understand why people consider suicide and the process they go through while they’re considering suicide and how one could save them. After about 15 years it became clear that saving some one who’s suicidal is almost impossible. Even for a psychiatrist.
Knowing that I lost interest.

But my current subject if different. There’s actually a practical use for it. Only thing is that the people who should organize it don’t seem to know. Or maybe they don’t care. In any case I don’t know those people so I’m not able to tell them.
But as I said. I can’t move on without doing something with my knowledge.

So I’ve decided to write a few articles about it on my own blog.
So the new category “odds and ends” will be about everything that interests me that’s not art related.

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Blue screen of death

by Henk ter Heide on Saturday September 13, 2008

My blog had an unexpected three weeks vacation.
Here’s why.

About a year ago I thought it would be a good idea to buy a new PC with windows XP before Vista would completely take the market over. But it turned out I was a little late. I could choose between an of the shelf PC that was only slightly better then the PC I had or a custom made PC with windows Vista.
Even though I didn’t like what I heard and read about windows Vista I thought it would be a waste of money to buy a new PC if it wasn’t a real improvement.

I did try to work and play with windows Vista. But it didn’t work very well. I could install the game Dirt but the wheel didn’t work. I tried to configure a network with my old and new PC but although the old PC saw the new one. The new one didn’t see the old one.
When I tried to install my email program I found that to be impossible.
After that my new PC just sat there for the better part of a year while my old PC became slower and slower.

Two months ago I decided that my old PC had become to slow. It took me a minute just to start my mail program and even longer then that to start Firefox.
At first I thought that enough time should have past to give the world a change to get used to Windows Vista. With all the new updates it should be possible to get my wheel and email program running.
Yes and no.
I still couldn’t find the update needed to get the wheel running but I did find an update for my email program Turnpike for only 160 English pounds!!!
Agh. What are these people thinking?
I bought Turnpike ten years ago for only 40 pounds. Over the years I’ve downloaded several free updates and now they want me to pay 210 Euro’s.
I’ve thought about using an other email program. But it’s to much of a fuss. There seems to be no easy way to export/import my email addresses. And the way Turnpike files mail is much easier then other programs.

The alternative was to clone the hard drive of my old PC and install Windows XP on the new PC.
I did so 5 weeks ago and at first everything seemed to go alright. Off course I missed a lot of drivers and it took some doing to figure out which ones I needed. But after a week the PC seemed to work.
Except for the fact that the wheel still didn’t work.

Three weeks ago I had my first Blue screen of death (BSOD).
I pulled the wheel and every thing seemed to be fine.
To be on the save side I went to my dealer to ask for advise and the told me that I should open the PC up to see what kind of motherboard was inside and install those drivers.
After figuring out that I had the Asus P5B and not the Asus PSB motherboard I installed the drivers and everything was fine… for a few days. (Why would they use a font that makes it all most impossible to see the difference?)
But by Thursday night I was again having one BSOD after an other.
Friday I dropped my PC off at my dealer and was told that it probably would be a driver issue and I could get my PC back by Tuesday. Tuesday they told me the motherboard was broke and it would take at least 1.5 weeks.

Yesterday I got my PC back.
They formatted the hard drive for no good reason so I had install my backup. (Only lost two days.)
I’m not quite sure whether the problem is solved. I’ve already had two BSOD and windows is complaining about missing a USB mass storage device driver. Which was start of the problem three weeks ago.
But it seems that the rest of the driver issues are solved and google tells me that the mass storage device driver is a separate problem that has something to do with windows XP.

I haven’t tried my wheel yet but I’m hopeful…

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Being autistic or having autism

by Henk ter Heide on Saturday October 27, 2007

Thinking about the relation between autism and identity.

The last few weeks I’ve been thinking a lot about the difference between having autism and being autistic.
When I first started writing about autism I talked about having autism primarily because there are more searches for the keyword “autism” then for the keyword “autistic” and I wanted my writings to be found. Even so I had to correct myself several times. I’m prone to using the word autistic.
In the mean time I also read about autism. At first I read about the symptoms of autism and those article were written by experts in the field who always talked about having autism.
The last few months I try to read article that are written by people that have experience with autism themselves. That turns out to be much harder for the simple fact that there don’t seem to be many people with autism who blog about autism.
But the few I’ve found are adamant in their opinion that it should be “having autism” and not “being autistic”.

They seem to hold the same opinion I come across at the sheltered workplace were I work. “I’m not a wheelchair but I sit in a wheelchair.” Or a more clear cut explanation: Not being able to walk or to see or to lift heavy objects is only one of my qualities. It’s not my foremost quality.

But I still haven the feeling that it should be “I am autistic” and not “I have autism”.

So I’ve been thinking about the difference by comparing it to being gay.
I’ve defined myself as being gay, although it is indeed only one of my qualities, ever since I was 18 yr old.
I discovered that I liked men when I was sixteen. For two years I thought about what that meant for my life and what kind of problems I would have to face and by the time I was 18 I came out of the closet. I have had my fair share of problems but I must say that hardly any of them had anything to do with being gay.

But there is more.
I’ve met several thousand gay people over the years and in general they had a good life and were happy with the choices they had made.
I’ve also met some 50 to 60 men who like men and without exception they have a lot of problems. Not only with their sexuality but with all parts of their lifes.
They don’t like the job they have. They don’t like their girlfriends/wifes. They don’t like sneaking around (although they only think about it but never actually do). And most of all they are always afraid that they will be found out and loose every thing they have. (Although I would think they hardly have anything that is worth anything.)

Reading about the problems that people who have autism describe I’m reminded of a lot of the problems that are common with men who like men.
Fears of the consequence of being different. Fears of being bullied. Fears of not fitting in. Stories about painful remarks people have made.
What I miss are stories about solutions. Thinking about the sort of problems you’re likely to face and how you will deal with them. Instead of being blindsided the moment it happens.

So what’s the difference?
Well the difference between having autism and being autistic is something I’m still thinking about. But the difference between being gay and liking men is something I’ve solved years ago.

Sexual preference is hereditary. It’s something that just happens to you. You don’t control it. It’s something that makes you different from other people and they will react.
Identity is a choice you make. Usually it entails thinking a lot about your main characteristics. It means that you’ll have to think about what you want from life and what you want to change. You’ll have to think about what you could change and how to do that. You’ll also have to think about the characteristics you can’t change and how to deal with those. You’ll have to think about the kind of problems you’ll have to face and how to deal with them.

It’s a lot of work to think about identity but at some point you’ll be finished. You will have a blue print with a describtion of the way you want to live your life. Although this blue print won’t prevent you from having problems it will make it a lot easier to deal with those problems.

Twenty five years ago I had dozens of strategies about how I could deal with the kind of problems a gay man could face. I’ve forgotten most of them because I never came across any of those problems.
I’m not sure why that is. Maybe I was to pessimistic about what could go wrong. Or maybe I was able to recognize problems and avoid them. Or maybe I displayed so much selfconfidence that people left me alone.

This time I think it’s probably better to just define an identity for myself to steer my choices. I don’t think it’s a good idea to spend to much energy in thinking out strategies for situations that might never happen.

I define my identity as autistic gay artist who will get back at his ideal weight of 65 kg at some future point.

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Problems with Popular Post Plugin

by Henk ter Heide on Tuesday October 23, 2007

Updating my Popular Post table by hand because the plugin doesn’t work.

Have you ever wondered how it is possible that really ugly music reaches the first place in the billboard singles chart?

The billboard singles chart is a comparative report of the amount of singles sold. Which means that the amount of singles that an artist needs to sell to reach first place varies over the year.
A few years ago I read that for the Dutch market it could vary with as much as a few thousand percents. In a slow period an artist only needs to sell a few thousand singles to reach first place. In other periods he has to sell a few hundred thousand singles to even enter the billboard.
And of course if a single reaches first place the chances of it being sold increase dramatically.
Nowadays people download a lot, but some twenty years ago teens would go to the record shop to listen to a few singles and buy some. Since nobody wanted to listen to every available single they would start at the top and work their way down. An ugly single in first place had a better chance of being sold then a good single in 100th place.
So a single that is released in a really slow period, say at the beginning of the year, not only has a good chance of reaching first place but also of staying there for a long time.

A few weeks ago I wrote that I suspected that I had a similar problem with my Popular Post Plugin.
I installed the plugin shortly after I started this blog. At that time I didn’t have many readers and a post only needed some five or six pageviews to reach first place. Being in first place a posting would have a better chance of being read and gaining points.

The last few days I’ve researched the problem a little more and found that I was wrong.
Checking my Google statistics I found that the Promen article that the Popular Post Plugin put on first place only has 4 pageviews where as the post about my new pencil box has more then 700 pageviews.
Even if you include pageviews via RSS (which I didn’t have when I published the Promen article) and links from other sites (which I do have but not to this article) I really don’t understand how the Promen post could get in first place.

So I’m assuming that there is something wrong with the plugin.
I’ve tried re-installing it but it seems that the plugin has it’s own table in the database. At this moment I don’t trust my knowledge of databases enough to try to delete that table.
But even if I could re-install the plugin I don’t know if it would do me any good. If there’s a problem in the way the plugin calculates first place, the problem would probably come back.

So for the time being I will be editing my popular post table by hand. Using data from Google analyze. That will disregard the number of readers that use RSS. But seeing as they subscribed because they like my post I’m assuming that won’t matter to much.

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Loosing an annoying habit

by Henk ter Heide on Tuesday September 18, 2007

After doing my cars sketch I had to make a choice. Should I concentrate on perspective or should I try to get clearer pictures in my mind.

It wasn’t very hard to figure out what I was doing wrong. The usual. I was talking to myself while I was trying to draw from memory. When I talk to myself my concentration goes.
I should really try to break this habit.

But I’ve been trying for years. Every time it annoys me I’m motivated. But after a few hours the motivation shrivels away. I start wondering if talking to myself isn’t something I need.
It keeps the fears and other violent feelings away. Or does it?

I thought about it for a while but I didn’t find an answer. I watch some television, thought some more and went to bed.

Just before I fell a sleep I realize a few things.

  • Twenty five years ago a psychiatrist told me that having pictures in ones mind was a sure sign that something was very wrong and that I should learn not to have those pictures. So I did.
  • I don’t really talk to myself. I fantasize about conversations I could have with people and those imaginary conversation are just as tiring as the real thing.
  • Learning to have imaginary conversations didn’t really temper violent feelings. That I never recognized my feelings is a symptom of autism. One has nothing to do with the other.

When I figured this out it was all the more important to get rid of this habit. It also was fairly obvious how I should go about it. I should concentrate on the pictures in my mind and that way the imaginary conversations should just go away.
I’ve been at it for almost two weeks now and the imaginary conversations are getting much easier to control. I can go for hours without having one.
Just after I awake I have a hard time not to give in to this habit. The rest of the day it doesn’t seem to be that difficult.

I only had one problem when I started the process of loosing this habbit. I found that the method I use to write articles closely resembles this process of imaginary conversations.
Until last week I had a two week gab between drawing a picture and publishing it and for most articles I had a one week gab between writing the article and publishing it. That meant that I should have written last weeks articles just a few days into the process. I didn’t think that would have been a good idea.
So loosing this habbit meant I had to take a little break from blogging for a week.

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