MY TRIP FROM BAGHDAD TO TWITTER & ASPERGER
Today I realized there is a whole history to be documented my life my family with asperger .
The whole incident began when a friend suggested that we share our families history .my father whom I strongly suspect is an aspie & I think he did also known that this disorder was in fact inherited in our family for generations. my father was an Iraqi professor he took his M.S. degree in Biology from the University Of Science IN Arizona at the year 1959.his major was genetics & tissue culture of plants .He was hyper focused and could talk for hours endlessly in his special interest date palms . This is the plant that was widely spread in Iraq & memorized about 650species of this plant that grows in Iraq. He would travel a long way far to the borders of Iraq if he had heard that there is an undiscovered species of this plant to document the case .He finished his long life research with documenting the dictionary of Date palms in Iraq. The way that my father was or his behavior was engraved in my memory for a long time he was sweet natured methodological honest calm person whom his personality would change totally when he talks about his interest his plants, gardening and off course date palms.
In 1961 my dad married my mom, yet another aspie story to be told ,my dad kept proposing to my mom 4 ten yrs & she refused until finally she agreed after his return from America in 1959.My a colleague graduate her major was Arabic language .she was a headmistress for a long time . They were happily married because my mom strong personality led the way in the family giving my dad space & affection to be what he is. He would just spend hours in the garden watering his plants at early morning hours watching its growth while my mom was attending her daily responsibilities which was house holding ,marketing groceries & cooking ,raising 5-children wasn`t that easy so she hired a maid to help her .
These are the dailies of eastern family were men are privileged & women do all the work .we move by the concept of groups (family) so no one even suspected something was wrong a highly educated man with a good position & welfare just no one would ask about his awkwardness or weirdness because its was thought to be genius.
My dad would work for hours with papers & books all around his scattered untidy everywhere but to his photographic memory every detail & every piece of paper where in its place & I inherited this from him.
He named me Dahlia according to a flower discovered by a Mexican guy called Dahlia another proof of his aspieness .
As my dad talked to us he would talk for hours about his favorite topics plants, date palms, Middle experiments & genetics.
We were well informed by the scientific names of the plants, types & diseases also he made us learn about maps & memorized every country`s capital. We had Lego’s, animal pets from ducks & cats to sheep’s & dogs.
My family had a tragic incident in 1968, I had a sister before me who died after a sudden disease .my parents where very affected by this & kept internalizing pain within.
As I was born after my sister death a year later 1969, their were health problems to be dealt with, sensory issues it was like I was allergic to everything to sounds , I panic quickly & have meltdowns.
I remember crying so loud with both my hands covering my ears saying that my ears hurts me when the fact is I was afraid of crowds & unusual environment,
Having two younger brothers made my mom busier but dad gave us a lot of attention he would read to us before sleep the fairy tales in which I was so fascinated by, my imagination worked intensly that the stories became so vivid.
Dad also made a habit of picking fresh fruits from the garden early in the morning to make fresh juice for me to drink in my milk-bottle.
He even took us with him to his lab in the college of science & showed us proudly the green house where he kept his experimental plants .we roamed in the lab showed us his microscope & the incubator .we made a lot of discoveries in that lab.
At the age of four I was able to write my name ,spent a lot of time with my younger brothers playing & making discoveries but something was foggy in my thinking I was socially different
My dad planted 23 types of date palms in our big garden & gladly offered to plant date palms to the entire neighborhood & he did which made him very popular & loved his hobby helped him through the social maze. As I recall my dad it is like opening an old book that kept away turned down .thinking now about what we shared
1-higher senses & high level of anxiety, anything can shut us down noises, smells etc…
2-sleepless nights or little time needed for sleep, which is like timing sleep hours & waking in the same time every day, we were like bats wide awake at night united with the solitude of night & dark peacefulness quiet.
3-aloneness no matter how crowded a room was u was a unity, observing, analyzing, calculating & measuring wide attentive to specific details & patterns.
4-deep passion or interest to certain things, our children, our jobs
5-straight forwardness, literal thinking , unable to comprehend physical ,facial expressions ,thinking that all people has abilities matches our own don’t understand why can’t everyone be like us ,we deeply think that our own is the simplest & more efficient thinking ways.
6-routines, something can never change easily behavior patterns that in the same order make sense only to us.
7-caring too much but appearing that not interested or not paying attention.
8-sometimes we seem immune to pain just can’t feel like if someone died the problem is that he seized to exist anymore we move on.
Somethings just taste or smell different than a normal person can describe like bitter to salty
I want to talk about the weirdest things I have felt when I was pregnant or what it was like with birth pains or breast feeding the need to hold a child or kiss him it was the hardest mental struggle .