Sunday, November 30, 2014

Scientific Grounding

The Story

I’m writing this post because just recently I have resumed sitting quietly every morning for 25 minutes.  I hadn’t done this for quite a while, and had become addicted to waking up before dawn and playing internet games on my iPod.  This left no time for morning meditation.

During the height of the Pāhoa flowing lava crises (two weeks before the national news media picked up the story) I was worried, stressed, hot, no air worth breathing, and one friend said I was spinning so much it made her dizzy to be around me.  I decided to start my morning sitting.

I do Za-zen, a type of meditation where, instead of closing your eyes and meditating on some thing or idea, you keep your eyes open but lowered, and stay present with what is.  After only one day I became happier and more centered.  I’ve written on Aspie groups before about how sitting (in my bed even) for 25 minutes in the morning helps me make the transition between sleep and waking that is often where the day’s anxiety begins, where feelings left over from dreams and yesterday intrude on the coming day.

I also knew from my Zen sesshin (retreat) sitting that the longer I spent in silence, the more I was in the right place at the right time.  A weekend lasted a day or so but a seven day one could last up to a week.
So I wasn’t surprised when what I call the magic started happening.  This is being in the right place at the right time and noticing it, and taking advantage of gifts and opportunities that present themselves.  This is what is called manifestation.  Bringing desire into reality.

And it just got better.  Each day brought new miracles and opportunities.  My life was becoming more and more what I hoped for it to be.  I started setting my alarm on days I had to go somewhere early to allow for a half hour of sitting time.  And if I still wanted to play iPod internet games I would just add that in for afterwards.  Even though I was getting up earlier, I had more energy throughout  the day.

Then I started just standing and breathing into the earth at various times during the day.  I could feel myself connecting to the solid earth and the flowing lava and calm my racing heart and emotions.

The Scientific Part

So why does it work? I knew it worked but I wanted a reason why.  I knew that if you quiet your mind your body has a chance to take over and heal you without all that mental jabber interfering.  and also that quieting the mind puts you in touch with the higher mind, or whatever you might want to call it, where information flows directly from everywhere, everything, and all times.  I only believe in this because I have experienced it.  That’s why I I took up Zen sitting because you don’t have to believe anything until you experience it.

This time, with all that lava flowing, it was easy for me to realize the morning sitting was grounding and connecting my busy Aspie mind with the earth, with here and now, with the island, with what is.

I also love electricity.   I’ve been sticking forks in electric outlets since I could crawl.  Changing light switches and electric outlets since grade school.  Now I work with DC electric for my solar system.  DC, direct current, electricity relies on a positive and negative pole.  Nothing works without both being connected.  You can pour as much energy as you want into the positive pole of a rechargeable battery or device, but nothing happens until the negative pole is connected.  Then the toy runs, the music plays, the light shines.  Energy made manifest in the world.

It’s the same with people.  One of my theories is that people on the autistic spectrum have more electricity in their bodies than most people causing the busy mind and repetitive movements that soothe by releasing excess energy.  This could be one reason meditation is so beneficial for the Aspie mind.

But it is a scientific fact that our bodies generate and conduct electricity.  The DNA molecule in each cell produces photons of light. Doctors know running controlled amounts of electric current through the body can help it to heal. Electricity powers our nerve synapses.


So there you go.  It’s simple.  To make the universal energy flowing through everywhere (remember Tesla) you need to connect both poles of your body.  And just like AAA batteries the flat part on the bottom is the negative pole and the part at the top with the little bump (laughing here) is the positive pole.  And every tradition insists on a straight spine while recharging.  I recharge my AA and AAA batteries with the free energy from the sun. I recharge my internal batteries with the infinite free energy from the universe.  Now I can play with the toy, hear the music, shine the light.

Coping Strategies

This is the last chapter from my book, posted after Lynda Geller from Spectrum Services in New Youk City liked this part of my book the best.

Coping Strategies

When I started this project I could hardly wait to get done with my life story so I could start giving advice.  Now, a year later, and after listening to the stories and problems of so many others, I don’t want to advise anyone on what they should do, but I would like to share the ways I learned to cope as an undiagnosed Aspie in case they might be of help to others.

One Best Girlfriend

 

A definite pattern I noticed, and one that was in the list of characteristics of Aspergirls, different from the boys, was the tendency to have one best female friend to help get through the social morass of life.  I would try this with husbands and boyfriends, but it wasn’t the same, though it did work for providing me a social life.

The downside to my best woman friend would be when we would break up and end the friendship, usually because she became tired of some of my behavioral characteristics and conversational abilities, or interference from either side by lovers.  The despair of losing my best friend would be equal to or more than losing my lover, spiraling me into months of depression.

The last time was when I learned about Asperger’s, and it took me over six months to recover.  I gave up friends for awhile, but now have a friend I do things with.  It is just too hard to have no one to help me.  I explain about my Asperger’s now and friends have to accept me and my conversational skills, or I don’t want them as friends.

Volunteering for Events

 

This has been an enormous help to me.  When I go to an event by myself I just feel lonely.  When I volunteer to help at an event not only do I get in free, but there is a sense of belonging and people I am forced to talk to.  Volunteering is better than paid jobs for me as the stress and pressure is much lower and I feel I can just do what I can, and not have to worry about being better.

Follow Your Passions

 

I read in one book that you should discourage your Aspie child’s passions before they become too consuming and interfere with normal childhood social life.  I became angry when I read that.  My passions are where I find my friends and they help me have interesting conversations.  Often Aspie children get along better with adults and I think that can be okay.  Finding a group of people who have the same passions is exciting.

I find most of my friends in groups I share my passions with.  My lauhala weaving club and my hula classes help me meet people.  Now I have a small writers’ group I meet with once a week, and these people are new and welcome additions to my social circle.

Alternative Social Groups

 

I listen to other Aspies on my Facebook groups who are worried about not fitting in to their culture.  I feel I was lucky that I discovered the hippies in my teenage years and since then have lived around others on the fringes of society where there is a wider definition of acceptable behavior.

I’ve lived the last twenty-five years in neighborhoods where we were far from “normal” and have gotten used to the freedom to be myself.  The San Juan Ridge was a wonderful place for me to live and raise my children.  Now I live in lower Puna where we call ourselves Punatics and have bumper stickers reading, “Why Be Normal?” and “We’re All Here Because We’re Not All There.”
Celebrate Diversity.

Socially Accepted Stimming

 

Before I heard of Asperger’s I had never heard of stimming.  This is repetitive body movements autistic people do for comfort and to de-stress situations.  As a child I would move my fingers in circles round each other and fondle the satin edges of my blankets.  These behaviors along with finger sucking long past babyhood annoyed my mother, and she would slap my hands if she caught me doing any of these things, so I learned to stop when I could hear her coming, or if she was in the same room with me.  I talked to another possible Aspie adult friend whose mother did the same thing to her for her hand movements, and because we both experienced pleasure and relaxation from them, we both got it confused in our childhood minds with masturbation, which also included repetitive hand movements, pleasure, and relaxation.  We could laugh about it as adults, but still couldn’t understand why our mothers had been so against it.

As an adult I found myself flapping or vibrating my hands when stressed.  I would mostly do it when other people weren’t looking or when walking by myself or dancing.  I rationalized the behavior as getting extra electricity out of my body, and I still think that might be a valid conclusion.  One of my personal theories is that Aspies have more electricity in their bodies (scientific fact, everyone has electricity in their bodies, and the DNA molecules in every cell generate an electric charge) than most other people, which also accounts for our minds working so fast and thinking thinking thinking thinking all the time.

My favorite form of socially accepted stimming is wild and crazy dancing to a heavy beat. Unlike some Aspies who can’t be around loud and booming music, I find it relaxing.  Out there jazzy music with no melody and no definable beat has caused panic attacks listening to it when I’m already stressed, and is uncomfortable for me to listen to and can send me into depression even if I’m feeling happy.  If I am depressed or stressed or even grieving I can pull myself out by dancing wildly to music with a good beat.
My son has the same love of loud booming music, and introduced me to dance techno which I love.  He used to have a car with loud bass speakers behind the back seat that could rattle the jars on the shelves at Mother Trucker’s Market when he was parked outside.  I loved to sit in the back seat and feel the vibrations through my body.

Eric went through his headbanger stage as a teenager where he would throw himself against walls while dancing.  Socially acceptable headbanging.  I would be disapproving of it as a mother when he would do it at home because mothers are supposed to be disapproving of that.

There is that saying, “Dance like no one is watching,” and ever since I discovered dancing by myself without a partner that is the way I have danced.  Now, if I try to dance with a partner I feel restricted, just dancing with one person instead of the whole world, though I can dance and flirt with one person for a short time until I dance off.  I can be the first person dancing and inspire more people to get up and dance.  Bands love me for this.  They love wild crazy dancers.

I was lucky living in Nevada County and the San Juan Ridge where this was the accepted way of dancing.  Now I am lucky living next to Kalani Honua where every Sunday there is Ecstatic Dance where EVERYONE dances wild and crazy and there is NO TALKING ALLOWED!  I don’t go every week any more but just knowing it is always there for me is comforting.

I can also just plug my iPod earplugs in and dance by myself in my kitchen or bedroom, or out in the empty street.  No one really is watching then.  Works better than organized aerobics as an exercise practice for me. 

Meditation and Yoga

 

I’ve written about how Zen meditation saved both Eric’s and my lives.  It isn’t important what kind of meditation you do.  Yoga can be good for getting your body involved and keeping moving, especially Vinyasa Yoga, which is way too fast for me, but wonderful for others.

Walking meditation is another common practice, and Thich Nhat Hahn uses it in his retreats and teaching.  Chanting and singing Kirtan, a Hindu practice of singing songs to deity, are also ways of stilling the mind.
I personally appreciate Buddhism for its lack of a spiritual deity, and emphasis on doing and experiencing, and lack of dogma.  In conversations online I have noticed many Aspies having trouble with dogma and a God that doesn’t make sense or isn’t logical.  Buddhism is not a religion but a pathway with signposts and fellow travelers.  There are many forms for individual preferences, with no one saying their way is the best for everyone, or the only way.

I feel that Aspies can use some way to learn to quiet their minds.  We seem to have overactive minds that lead to overthinking and anxiety.  Biofeedback is being tried now for Asperger’s in children and adults.  I find if I sit quietly for a half hour each morning the day is just better and I am a more relaxed person.  I meditate now, not because I should, but because it works.

Diet and Exercise

 

Even on my Facebook groups, diet and exercise are recommended by many as ways for Aspies to adjust better to life.

I had severe trouble with artificial flavorings and colorings, nitrates, milk, and chocolate in childhood.  Now it seems like my body knew what was good for it but over the years I have managed to overcome this.
When Eric was a baby I was deep into my whole foods and no sugar lifestyle.  I would use honey, but since it was so expensive I didn’t use much.  Later I decided not overdosing Eric on sugar when he was a baby caused his trouble with it as an older child, but now I think it might have been part of his Aspie sensitivities.  Sugar was like a drug to him, causing hyperactivity, anxiety, and bouncing off the walls.
In high school he discovered espresso and lattes, and they were heavy drugs for him.  Once he discovered dehydration on bicycle rides as a drug and I wondered why he couldn’t just do alcohol and pot like normal children.

At one point in junior high school he was eating only milk, oatmeal, and bananas.  I understand now this was part of the Aspie tendency to avoid some foods and eat only a few certain things.  It wasn’t enough to keep him healthy, however, and when he started suffering from disabling abdominal cramps I took him to the Ridge medical clinic where the nurse explained that eating only white foods did not provide the proper nutrition to maintain a healthy body.

One time in high school he was in the Community Endeavor newspaper office when a staff member’s son explained why a vegan diet was important if you cared about animals.  Eric decided to become a vegan in that moment and I had to go out and buy all new food for us to eat.

Now I find that my own mental health is tied to my eating habits.  And in both directions.  Eating no vegetables, too much sugar, fats, and white flour makes me depressed, but when depressed that is all I want to eat.

Exercise is essential for me to sleep well, and also to keep from being depressed and nervous.  Fortunately I love to walk, and now with iPods and earbuds I can just plug into my favorite dance music and dance alone at home without bothering anyone.  Music changes my mood and makes me happy, but it is another thing I will ignore doing when depressed.  If I am alone enough to sing to the music I get even happier.  I started hula dancing to keep from thinking about my own problems, and now look forward to Friday afternoons when I can sing and dance and let joy enter my body.

Menopause and Hormones

 

It is becoming more widely known that many Aspies are sensitive to hormones.  There has been quite a lot written about Aspergirls and menarche and what a trying time that can be.  As more diagnosed Aspie women enter menopause that will be written about more, but for now it is still an almost unresearched subject.

I went crazy when I was young trying to take hormone birth control pills, and during menopause my nurse practitioner, even before knowing about Asperger’s, noticed that I seemed to be very sensitive to hormones.  I decided to just go cold turkey through menopause, not even doing many herbal remedies, and I quit all phyto-estrogen foods and herbs, such as raspberry leaf, dong quai, and soy products because they would start me bleeding all over again, when all I wanted to do was stop.

I had intense hot flashes for years, and when alone I would throw off all my clothes and stand naked.  I would just wear a sarong in the summer so I could do that easily.  I was afraid to go out in public in case I would forget and strip down to underwear.  If I was wearing any.  In the winter I would go outside barefoot and stand on cold cement or snow to balance out my temperature.  This was the only way I could visit relatives who expected me to stay fully clothed at all times.  I buzzed my hair one day because I was taking two or three cold showers a day, and spending a half hour each time combing out the tangles took too much time out of my life.  I had to get my head wet to get relief.

I would cry at a moments’ notice, if anyone said even the least little negative thing to me.  I was embarrassed to go out also because of this tendency.  I had the same trouble in pregnancy.  I would also get angrier easier than I do now or did before.  I thought this was the way I would be forever, and depression was also a companion to me.

The good news is that it finally ended.  I still get some hot flashes, but not the disabling ones I used to have, and my mood swings are slower these days.  My breasts aren’t so tender that they hurt to be touched, and I finally stopped bleeding altogether.  Hallelujah!  Now I look at sanitary napkins and tampons when I see them as some sort of odd thing I used in another life.   I enjoy that part.

Reading Murder Mysteries

 

I tell my friends that everything I learned about social behavior I learned from murder mysteries.  While that isn’t exactly true, I do find murder mysteries helpful in charting my way through proper social behavior.  I know you should bring food to houses after people die.  I learn what normal people think other people should look like, even if I don’t want to look like that myself.  I learn what behavior is expected if you want to appear normal.  I even get to learn what psychopaths think about.

Murder mysteries, especially the low key and humorous ones with women amateur sleuths, the ones I like to read, rely on reading the behavior and motives of all the possible suspects.  I learn what makes people do things, and what they are thinking.  Sometimes this comes in handy in real life.  I can look at people and wonder what character they would be if they were in a novel.  I have trouble writing fiction, but reading it helps me through life.

Forgive Everyone Everything

 


And then do it again, and again, and again…It is easy for Aspies to get frustrated with other people’s behavior and words.  Getting angry and not forgiving them only causes pain for ourselves.  If we want others to accept us the way we are, it means also accepting others with all of their faults and idiosyncrasies too.  This doesn’t mean you have to hang out with them forever, it is fine in my opinion to just quit associating with people who don’t make you feel good about yourself, but holding on to anger and resentment does them no harm, just yourself.  Forgiveness is a very selfish thing; you are the one who benefits the most.  As in the expression: “It’s like drinking poison, and expecting the other person to die.”  Forgiveness is not condoning the other person’s actions, it is freeing yourself.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

I feel safe.

I feel safe under the Pūhala trees.
Their prehistoric tenaciousness fills me with awe.
In earthquakes they laugh,
in hurricanes they wave to and fro
            cleaning old leaves far due to drop,
in lava eruptions they are stillness and solitude
providing comfort and company.
Ulana ana lauhala fills my days
            as Pele flows to the ocean.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

No Words Neededd

The Place Where There Aren’t Any Words

Sometimes I talk on and on
words flowing freely
when I feel comfortable and safe

Sometimes when I am confused
by noises or anger or fear
the words go away

At first I try to talk with words that aren’t there
until
I fall into rest
exhausted

no need for words
no need for words

  -Raven Joy

Tea Story

Tea From Home

I’m growing soil
in my garden
from teabags made in
the land of my birth
five airplane hours away.
I toss the bags
label and all
into the garden
from my front porch
sometimes the string
and labels
get caught on branches
waving and disintegrating
in the air
like prayer flags.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Astrid's First Heavy Metal Concert

A funny chapter from my book Life in the Asperger's Jungle

I do have noise sensitivities. I get nervous and can have panic attacks from fireworks, barking dogs, yelling people, and city chaos. But give me a good driving beat, anywhere from 60’s rock to techno, and I am right up at the biggest loudspeaker, or in the middle front of the stage, rocking to the music. I can stim to my heart’s content and be normal. When the music starts, I can’t sit. I MUST DANCE!!! The harder and more driving the beat the more I MUST DANCE. I absolutely can not understand people who can sit still and not dance. Though now in my elder years I do see the appeal of sitting in a chair and resting now and then. But only when I’m tired. Eric also loves a driving beat, and he introduced me to techno music. I loved to sit in the back seat of his over-speakered boom box car and feel the base beat vibrate through my body.

When the beat is strong and I’m in a crowd of like minded crazed dancers where the music is way too loud to even pretend to have conversations and make small talk, I am finally comfortable and can let down my barriers and merge with the crowd. I become an energy junkie, all of us moving and jumping together. Without talking. I didn’t get to a Grateful Dead concert till my 40’s, but from the first second I knew I belonged.

My daughter Astrid wanted to go to a Tesla concert in Sacramento at the Arco Arena. Two other of her girlfriends were going. I was worried about her going to a concert without responsible adult supervision, including an adult driver. It happened that my friend Michelle was a Tesla fan. She offered to go with Astrid, and even pay her way. I was welcome to go along, but I had to buy my own ticket. Tesla was actually the local band opening for the nationally known group Poison, heavier metal than Tesla.

Finding Arco Arena (even though it could be seen easily from the freeway) and parking successfully was a big accomplishment in my book, but the rest of the car seemed to take this part of the adventure as easy. Ha! None of them could get even near to my stamina and bravery once we got inside.

Our admission tickets entitled us to a seat overlooking the floor, which had been transformed from a basketball court into a stage and mosh pit. After finding seats high up and far away, which seemed to please Michelle, Astrid and her friends decided to wander down to floor level to check out the action.

I tried to sit with Michelle and make small talk, and enjoy the music from far away, although the idea seemed stupid to me. And of course, when the music started nothing could keep me in my seat, so far, far away from the music. I jumped around in my seat for a few minutes, then, making some sort of apology to Michelle for not being social, ran down the steps to the mosh pit. Not quite the united loving energy of a smashed together Grateful Dead dance crowd. I could feel the edge to it, but still I was drawn in. I was nearing 40, but had worn a black miniskirt, black tank top, and my fave dancing boots, black leather with fringe.

Once in the mosh pit, I noticed that the object seemed to be to get to the front and touch the stage or the musicians. Okay, a goal. I pushed my way in. Forward was a challenging direction and smashed in among everyone we all moved together as some pushed, and then others. Back and forth. I would have fallen over except for being held up by surrounding leaning bodies. I loved it. The main danger seemed to be guys with girls on their shoulders who would fight and the rest of us would sway back and forth. Ebb and flow.

I kept pushing forward, pulled by the beat and the stage. Confetti (the old fashioned paper kind) showered mysteriously down upon us. The rest of the world no longer existed. Only the music, the crowd, and the stage, where even crazier people gyrated, writhed, and produced music. Several times I thought I’d lose my glasses, but miraculously they stayed on. The fringe on my boots somehow managed to get stepped on, possibly in those moments when we were all leaning sideways in defiance of gravity. I seemed to be the eldest in the crowd, but took pride that at least I was dressed appropriately.

And then…I TOUCHED THE STAGE! Nothing between me and the wild musicians but air. I celebrated and luxuriated in my success for awhile, and then felt okay backing off and letting others have the coveted position. I didn’t leave the mosh pit, but stayed there for the rest of the concert. Happily swaying back and forth in a mass of non-verbal humanity.

When the music stopped, I knew I couldn’t get back to our seats, so I followed the crowd out to the front door where I figured I would wait for everyone else. What I hadn’t realized was that none of them had been as consumed by the music as I had, and they had planned their exit much better, and were already there waiting for me. My daughter’s mouth fell open, and “Oh my God, Mother,” was all that she could say.

“I touched the stage,” was all that I could say.

Everyone seemed to be staring at me in an odd manner. I took a quick glance at myself, and noticed the footprints on my boot fringe, that my clothes were sopping wet, and every inch of exposed skin seemed to be covered with wet confetti. I really hadn’t noticed.

Astrid told me her trip to the mosh pit had only lasted a short time before one of the two friends she came with passed out from the heat and excitement and the people, and they spent the concert in a corner away from the madding crowd. Michelle already considered me a flake and a poor maternal model, and this just proved her point.

BUT I HAD FUN!!!

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

First review for Life in the Asperger's Jungle on Amazon:

My fifteen year old son, who has Aspergers, and I are considering a move to the "Big Island" of Hawaii jungle region where Ms Joy now lives. When the book arrived here, I eagerly tore open the packaging and flipped to the chapters on the author's life in Hawaii, She aptly describes the trepidation around her decision to move there as we are similarly having now, and describes well the struggles with her Asperger-related physical and aural sensitives in a new unfamiliar environment, as I'm sure I can expect my son to have when we move there, it's all too familiar, the same for us. I found helpful lessons from her experiences that I'm sure I can extrapolate to benefit both my son and myself when we find the opening we're looking for to make a similar bold move. Son keeps asking when I'm going to be done with the book so he can read it himself. So I made it an official homeschool assignment, one I won't have to nag him about:-) --John Lionheart

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Train of Thoughts

I move too fast
for my train of thoughts.
My body flying ahead,
thought train following
slowly derailing every now and then.
And my body flies.
Arriving at my destination
faster than my words
I stand looking in circles
wondering why am I here?
If I stay patient they often show up,
a small delay,
and then in one moment
there they are
and it’s ok.