The name is because I have always loved to sing in choirs. I am a bass and currently sing in 3 choirs. I have taken voice lessons the past 3 years.
I am almost 70 years old. My wife died in Dec. I am in therapy because of the stress of caring for her at home with the help of caregivers as her health deteriorated. Two years ago my therapist said I was high functioning Asperger's syndrome. My know-it-all sister said my younger brother was, too, as well as our father. So I spent some time playing mental movies of my past, with the insight that, yes, I was different -- my brain was wired differently. I have "passed" pretty well. I married an extrovert who was very explicit in explaining social conventions to me and I learned a lot from her. Even so, my affiliation needs were adequately met by singing next to a fellow bass in choir practice for a couple of hours. I don't have any real friends that I interact with regularly except for choir practice.
So right now I am adjusting to living alone (with two cats) and going through probate. My wife had three grown children when I met her and they have been very supportive. I am fortunate in having them, because my own siblings are difficult to deal with. I tend to limit social occasions because I feel mortified afterwards at my faux pas. This is probably too much information, so I'll stop.
I am almost 70 years old. My wife died in Dec. I am in therapy because of the stress of caring for her at home with the help of caregivers as her health deteriorated. Two years ago my therapist said I was high functioning Asperger's syndrome. My know-it-all sister said my younger brother was, too, as well as our father. So I spent some time playing mental movies of my past, with the insight that, yes, I was different -- my brain was wired differently. I have "passed" pretty well. I married an extrovert who was very explicit in explaining social conventions to me and I learned a lot from her. Even so, my affiliation needs were adequately met by singing next to a fellow bass in choir practice for a couple of hours. I don't have any real friends that I interact with regularly except for choir practice.
So right now I am adjusting to living alone (with two cats) and going through probate. My wife had three grown children when I met her and they have been very supportive. I am fortunate in having them, because my own siblings are difficult to deal with. I tend to limit social occasions because I feel mortified afterwards at my faux pas. This is probably too much information, so I'll stop.
