Cognitive Behavior Therapy.
Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!
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CBT
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Not what you think. (Or, okay, not what *I* thought, at first.)
19. Which is odd, considering that I took the Wired one a few years ago and scored in the Asperger's zone.
Part of it, I think, is that I am OK with going to a ball game with tens of thousands of people, because I can set up a personal space bubble in my seat.
I'm OK with going to a ball game with tens of thousands of people because I adopt a "I'll leave you alone if you leave me alone" strategy. When someone I don't know talks to me anyway, it makes me uncomfortable.
CBT
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Not what you think. (Or, okay, not what *I* thought, at first.)
Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Not what you think. (Or, okay, not what *I* thought, at first.)
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Thhhhhpt.
When someone I don't know talks to me anyway, it makes me uncomfortable.
I'm fine with this because I usually steal the conversation.
All the jokes I used to make about me being like Forrest Gump ("Sit next to me long enough, I tell you my life story.") aren't so funny anymore.
When someone I don't know talks to me anyway, it makes me uncomfortable.
Dude, that's a normal reaction.
So say I, the Teppish Curmudgeon.
Not what you think. (Or, okay, not what *I* thought, at first.)
Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Hey, that's where my brain went. Quiet, you!
Buffistas need to stop scaring themselves with unvalidated internet tests. You go to a therapist if you have persistent feelings of sadness, anxiety, or anger that cause you significant distress. You go to a therapist if you have symptoms that interfere with your ability to maintain strong, satisfying social relationships or your ability to make a living. You don’t go to a therapist because you turn out to be different from the average American. For that, you need only rejoice.
I'm better at a ball game with tens of thousands of people than I am on a crowded bus or elevator.
Of course, all my claustrophobia I owe to an actual near-trample experience, so I don't think that counts toward Asperger's one way or the other.