Bill Brenne
New Member
First, I have to explain where I come from. I grew up in western Oregon in a secluded environment. My dad was extremely withdrawn, and my mom more or less went along with that. To a kid, though, that meant that opportunities for friendships even at school might as well not exist. This further created worsening neuroses--distinguishing between what belonged to my parents and what I could touch, and working it's way to pondering how I was going to compensate my parents for their having raised me.
They weren't bad parents. I think maybe they thought that, beyond basic needs (and lavishing us with gifts at Christmastime and birthdays and taking us on road trips in the summers), that kids basically raised themselves without need of their personal involvement. It was also deathly quiet at meal times.
When the time came when kids would ordinarily leave home, I was left to rot on the property instead. This went on for months, until, one day, I knew that there were no contingencies for me to leave home, and I then dropped the outside world as being not just irrelevant, but non-existent, for all practical purposes. Maybe contrary to popular opinion, there was no loss as such that day, so much as an alteration. Instead of going through the socialization process to be acclimated to the collective, I went with the only thing I knew at the time, which was myself. I couldn't have put this into words at the time. That would take the bulk of my life to get around to.
In the meantime, I didnt have control of my emotions, since noone had taught me how to. The obvious solution to this problem was to investigate this myself. And since Daniel Goleman's, "Emotional Intelligence" was the "in-thing" to the head of the psychology department at Oregon State, and Goleman had nothing to say about what emotions are and what their for in everyday life, I knew I was on my own. 20+ years later, I found that emotions are predator-prey relations in human form, which was helpful. But I still hadn't addressed what to do about the disconnect I felt with society. That had to wait until the last five years or so. I understand now that, just as among fish there is a school and there are stragglers, so, too, there are human collectivists and individualists--those who either favor group-protection or self-protection, respectively.
But how this was to translate into how I was to make a life for myself was another matter. After a life in behind-the-scenes jobs in Oregon, and going to a new state in which I was promptly micromanaged and lasted three weeks in a job that I had expected to maintain indefinitely, I was made aware for the first time that I had taken the jobs I had in Oregon for granted, and that I could no longer do that. In fact, I started envisioning getting and losing job after job, and could see only one outcome of that--suicide. I've since put society in its place, but am still left with the nagging question as to how I can still even just technically find employment in a world that apparently favors talk over work.
Which brings me to my current thinking. I've had it suggested to me that I'm autistic. After a period of time having discounted that as a possibility regarding myself, and picking up on some basic descriptions of autistic behavior, I find myself identifying with some very real common autistic behavior patterns, while at the same time, I'm developing a strong suspicion that the mindset favoring self-protection (over group-protection) is related to my own experience of dropping collectivism and becoming attached to individualism. Is there in fact a connection between the two? You tell me. As it is, I'm not sure that it's a coincidence that women in times past had and/or were forced to a similar breaking point where society lost value and individualism ruled the day for them. Before women's liberation.
They weren't bad parents. I think maybe they thought that, beyond basic needs (and lavishing us with gifts at Christmastime and birthdays and taking us on road trips in the summers), that kids basically raised themselves without need of their personal involvement. It was also deathly quiet at meal times.
When the time came when kids would ordinarily leave home, I was left to rot on the property instead. This went on for months, until, one day, I knew that there were no contingencies for me to leave home, and I then dropped the outside world as being not just irrelevant, but non-existent, for all practical purposes. Maybe contrary to popular opinion, there was no loss as such that day, so much as an alteration. Instead of going through the socialization process to be acclimated to the collective, I went with the only thing I knew at the time, which was myself. I couldn't have put this into words at the time. That would take the bulk of my life to get around to.
In the meantime, I didnt have control of my emotions, since noone had taught me how to. The obvious solution to this problem was to investigate this myself. And since Daniel Goleman's, "Emotional Intelligence" was the "in-thing" to the head of the psychology department at Oregon State, and Goleman had nothing to say about what emotions are and what their for in everyday life, I knew I was on my own. 20+ years later, I found that emotions are predator-prey relations in human form, which was helpful. But I still hadn't addressed what to do about the disconnect I felt with society. That had to wait until the last five years or so. I understand now that, just as among fish there is a school and there are stragglers, so, too, there are human collectivists and individualists--those who either favor group-protection or self-protection, respectively.
But how this was to translate into how I was to make a life for myself was another matter. After a life in behind-the-scenes jobs in Oregon, and going to a new state in which I was promptly micromanaged and lasted three weeks in a job that I had expected to maintain indefinitely, I was made aware for the first time that I had taken the jobs I had in Oregon for granted, and that I could no longer do that. In fact, I started envisioning getting and losing job after job, and could see only one outcome of that--suicide. I've since put society in its place, but am still left with the nagging question as to how I can still even just technically find employment in a world that apparently favors talk over work.
Which brings me to my current thinking. I've had it suggested to me that I'm autistic. After a period of time having discounted that as a possibility regarding myself, and picking up on some basic descriptions of autistic behavior, I find myself identifying with some very real common autistic behavior patterns, while at the same time, I'm developing a strong suspicion that the mindset favoring self-protection (over group-protection) is related to my own experience of dropping collectivism and becoming attached to individualism. Is there in fact a connection between the two? You tell me. As it is, I'm not sure that it's a coincidence that women in times past had and/or were forced to a similar breaking point where society lost value and individualism ruled the day for them. Before women's liberation.