What does it mean to grow older on the spectrum?
Thanks to my Aspergarian nature, I don’t feel middle-aged but my body often tells me otherwise. My hair is going steadily gray and I’ve got the beginnings of arthritis in my hands. My joints pop and crack after I’ve been sitting too long. I’m in denial about my need for reading glasses. Pretty standard growing older stuff, whether you’re on the spectrum or not.
It’s the nonstandard stuff I’ve been . . .
. . . worrying about?
Not quite. I don’t worry about much and certainly not the distant future.
. . . afraid of?
Too strong a word.
. . . wondering about?
That sounds about right. I’m perpetually curious about all sorts of important and unimportant stuff. Before I started writing this, I searched for studies about Asperger’s and aging. Not surprisingly, I only found one and…
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