Worth Your Read: Burnout

This is subject that naturally strikes a bit close to home for me.  I am not doing as badly as the author of this article, but I am far from my best right now, and I’m still not managing my life the way I was a month ago.  I hope to start doing better soon, but until then, here’s an account of what this person terms “autistic burnout,” which is separate from standard burnout, or even social burnout.

By the way, if you don’t already follow the website Thinking Person’s Guide to Autism, I strongly suggest you do.  I don’t agree with everything they post there, but the articles are good, thought-provoking material.

http://www.thinkingautismguide.com/2018/05/an-autistic-burnout.html

Legwork and Life, week of 6/27/18

\”Tired\” about summarizes this last week.  It\’s more the new meal planning than the week\’s events, but it all adds up. 

The trip out with my dad for Father\’s Day went well.  I didn\’t mention it precisely last week, because he sometimes reads this blog, but we took him mini-golfing at a local off-the-wall place called Glow Golf.  It involved neon lights, black lights, and hunting and fishing themed decor.  It was, suffice it to say, interesting.  We also did dinner, of course, and the cheese shop.  I\’d mainly settled on the mini-golfing because one of my strongest memories of \”dad time\” was of us doing that together at a fancy-ish indoor mini-golf course at a big mall.  The memories are pretty fuzzy, since that was over 20 years ago, but it was still kind of fun to try this particular course.  I\’m not sure I\’d go back, but it was at least challenging.  And he seemed to have fun, so that\’s really all that matters.

That wasn\’t the only social event this week, either.  My grandmother came over to the house.  She helped us buy the place, and it\’s nice to have family over anyway, so we broke out some beef stew and Chris made his rosemary bread.  She didn\’t stay for a super long time, but she saw the house, ate lunch, and had a bit of tea afterwards. 

The new meal planning I mentioned is the result of my throwing up my hands, after weeks of faithful exercise, and deciding my body is just not interested in losing weight.  I\’m now adhering to a fasting diet, which has me restricting my eating to between noon and 8pm.  This basically means I skip breakfast.  It\’s not necessarily ideal, but I\’m hoping that between the benefits of fasting and the lack of snacking in the evening/morning will mean that I actually start losing weight. 

So far it\’s only made me properly miserable once, when my first meal was really low in sugar/substances convertible into sugar.  I got very dizzy after that until I ate something else.  Haven\’t made that mistake again, and I seem to be doing okay now.  I\’m not performing as well on my morning exercise, but without a ready supply of energy, who can blame my muscles for not doing as good a job? 

I may or may not get an earful about the situation from the doctor I\’m going to today.  I\’ve been wanting to know if anything unusual is up with my joints, so I scheduled an appointment about a month ago with a kinesthesiologist.  Basically, a chiropractor, but for the whole body.  So we\’ll see what he says, but the intake paperwork was much more interested in my diet than in my joints.  And the intake paperwork was long, bleh. 

The last interesting thing of note this week came about because a wasp (or maybe several) got into the gas fireplace in my home.  It\’s an open question as to why they\’d do that, and why, after doing that, they\’d shun the perfectly good top exit to buzz around the fireplace area, get into the house, and then proceed to smash themselves against the sliding door… but after two repetitions of letting them back out, we decided this had gone on long enough, and lit the fireplace.  We let it run for several hours, which should be quite long enough to convince the little buggers to go somewhere else. 

The end result, however, seems to be that the air is full of something that\’s choking and unpleasant to me.  This is a gas fireplace, so it\’s not like there\’s really… ash.  Unless it burnt a wasp nest, I guess.  All the same, something in the air is making me miserable.  I\’m hoping it\’ll go away soon, as I keep the fan on regularly so the air circulates through the house. 

Hopefully this won\’t be a regular occurrence, because I kind of like using the fireplace.  It makes the house extra cozy. 

Reading the Research: An Alternate Form of Relaxation

Welcome back to Reading the Research, where I trawl the Internet to find noteworthy research on autism and related subjects, then discuss it in brief with bits from my own life, research, and observations.

Today\’s article talks about Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response, or ASMR.  When I was looking into various ways to relax and calm down, I ran across this brain-oddity.  While it\’s not specifically an autistic feature, it definitely falls under the neurodiversity heading.  ASMR is the name given to the physical relaxation response to specific things, like whispering, slow hand movements, slowly moving lights, tapping, the crackling of eggshells, or even the sounds of chewing.  People with ASMR experience pleasant \”brain tingles\” which can spread down their body, when exposed to a trigger.  It\’s an involuntary reaction, but a good one.  (Also, it is not a sexual reaction, I should point out.)

You can listen to a sampler of ASMR triggers here.  This type of video is fairly common, as are single trigger-focused videos.  If you know anything about microphones, you can tell this particular performer (ASMRtist) has a good bit of money, likely from her work making videos of ASMR triggers.  They are very popular, as you can tell by the 20 million views on the video I linked. As I did my research, I found that I do not seem to experience ASMR (or at least, not with any of the triggers I\’ve tried so far), but it wouldn\’t really surprise me if a number of autistic people do.  Overall, my research into the subject made it sound an awful lot like a form of passive stimming. 

The effects seem to match those of stimming, too.  Stimming in autistic people is done to calm the person, and watching ASMR videos does that for people who experience it.  Watching those videos slowed the heartrates of the viewers who experienced ASMR, as well as increasing positive emotions and feelings of social connection.  It had no effect on non-ASMR viewers, though, so don\’t expect to find videos of crinkling paper or tapping making their way into your next company team-building meeting.   I guess it wouldn\’t exactly hurt anyone it wasn\’t helping, since the triggers tend to be quiet sounds that aren\’t sharp or painful.  But we don\’t have a good idea of the incidence rate of ASMR, simply that it exists and there is a measurable presence of it on YouTube (over 13 million videos uploaded, in fact). 

As for me, I\’ll just have to keep looking.  There are probably more ways to relax and fight anxiety out there, and even if this one doesn\’t work for me, that doesn\’t mean there aren\’t any out there for me to find. 

Worth Your Read: Parallels

I\’m still recovering, it seems, so here\’s another article I\’d hoped to make into a decent discussion at some point.  It\’s by an autistic trans man, noting parallels in his life between being autistic and being transgender.  Some of his observations strike me as excellent ones, especially the thoughts regarding female socialization. 

He also talks about trying to bridge his \”two ways of being: The way I present myselt to the world, and the way that I perceive who I am.\”  This is a struggle that many autistic people, myself included, experience.  We\’re expected to act, look, and sound certain ways, and those ways are not necessarily our own ways.  At this moment, I don\’t truly know where I end and my neurotypical act begins… I simply juggle them and try to favor the former over the latter when feasible. 

If you have time, do take a look at the numbers about transgendered people and autism.  They\’re remarkably common conditions to have together.  This is one of the reasons I post about LGBTQIA+ issues as well as autism/disability issues- in some ways, they are one and the same. 

http://www.thinkingautismguide.com/2018/02/autism-transmasculine-identity-and.html

Legwork and Life, week of 6/20/18

I feel a little better this week, compared to last week, but I\’ll probably still take it easy this Friday and give you someone else\’s thing to read, rather than generating content myself.  I may end up taking a few more Fridays off and building a buffer that way, and then just running with that.  We\’ll see. 

I had an strange encounter with the Internet on Monday morning.  I checked my emails, as I tend to, and found an email from an online vendor that I\’ve never used, stating that I\’d changed my shipping address on the website.  This was extremely worrisome to me, because that particular email has been hacked before, and if that online vendor had my email, what else did they have?  Had someone stolen my personal information and ordered a bunch of things on this online store?  Was my address compromised?  My credit card? 

So I investigated… I went to the website, changed the password on the account, logged in, and looked around.  To my befuddlement, everything on the account, right down to a credit card and address, was someone elses\’.  It was just my email on the account, for some reason.  But that left me in a weird situation, a stranger having someone\’s credit card and address on an online vendor.  This was uncomfortable for me, so my next step was to fix that. 

After making very sure my information was safe and not on the account, I changed the password to something simple.  I then texted the phone number attached to the account, explaining the situation, and giving the person the new password.  They responded within 10 minutes, thanking me and saying that they\’d just closed a case with the vendor, having had their account stolen and a bunch of things bought and shipped elsewhere.  They asked for a picture of the email I\’d received, which I gave them.  And that\’s all I\’ve heard from them. 

It\’s really odd.  The contact information was for someone in New York, so I have no idea how my email address came to live on their account information.  It has to have been done deliberately- the email address is 16 characters long, and distinctive (it includes the word \”digimodify\” which is… not exactly a common dictionary word).  But I have no idea why that would be a good idea in some identity-jacker\’s book. 

Anyway, I stepped up the security on that email account, so if this happens again, it\’s not going to be because some hacker has access to my email. 

Beyond that strange incident, there hasn\’t been a lot exciting to talk about.  I saw a couple friends, spent a lot of time at home trying to recuperate, and kept up my exercise routine.  Tomorrow I\’ll be taking my dad to a specialty cheese shop in the area, as well as to an additional place, for a little Father\’s Day present.  We didn\’t really celebrate on the day of, between it being a Sunday, the cheese shop being closed, and my being absent-minded overall.  But he\’s a good sport and doesn\’t seem to mind the celebration being a bit later. 

Reading the Research: Growing Up Fast

Welcome back to Reading the Research, where I trawl the Internet to find noteworthy research on autism and related subjects, then discuss it in brief with bits from my own life, research, and observations.

Today\’s article answers as least one question I had when I was growing up, and highlights two different trends regarding stress while growing up.  The question that this article answered was: \”Why did I seem so much more mature in a lot of regards, compared to my peers?  Was it just the autism?\”  Apparently, it was not.

These scientists did a longitudinal study, which is one of the very best kinds of studies for understanding people and getting good data.  It also takes a lot of time and money, because the scientists literally check in with their research participants once in a few years.  Sometimes they even repeat the entire set of tests from the very first part of the study each time they see the participants.  This particular test studied 129 one-year-olds, paying attention to life events and how much stress each child went through, at what times in their lives.

It seems that children who went through negative life events (major illness, parents getting divorced) tended to mature faster when it came to key portions of the brain: the prefrontal cortex (which is linked to our personalities), the amygdala (which helps regulate emotions), and the hippocampus (which is involved in memory-forming).  Interestingly, if the stress held off until the teenage years, the opposite was true: the brain tended to develop more slowly when that was the case.

Personally?  I remember being told, often, that I was a very mature child.  I found it easier to speak to adults than I did other children.  I remember being annoyed by the antics of my classmates.  And strongly, I remember being dubbed \”the cool freshman\” in my first year of high school.  Where most high school freshmen were hyper, I was calm.  Most said exactly what they were thinking without a care for context or others, I kept quiet, listened, and spoke rarely.  This was noticed, and approved of by, the small group of high school seniors that I hung out with.  When I was a high school senior, I dubbed a similarly chill freshman with the same title.

I always kind of assumed I simply had a different mindset than my peers, because I was always kind of odd.  Based on this study, it\’s quite possibly safe to assume my brain was simply further along on its developmental path than the brains of my peers.  I do wonder how this research plays with the research that says that autistic people\’s brains don\’t develop as quickly, or do neural pruning as much. 

Worth Your Read: To Neurotypicals on my 36th Birthday

I\’m still suffering from burnout, and just trying to take care of myself while I figure out how to make it better.  But I didn\’t want to leave you all with nothing.  So here\’s an article I\’d be hoping to turn into a Friday post at some point.  It speaks pretty well for itself, though, and as I\’m turning 30 this year, it\’s more and more relevant…

https://medium.com/@sarahkurchak/to-neurotypicals-on-my-36th-birthday-ae2fef2e4318

Legwork and Life, week of 6/13/18

I seem to be juggling burnout along with my responsibilities this week.  It\’s very distressing, because I can\’t seem to focus on work and can\’t seem to get anything done even if I do.   I talked about having vacation days a few weeks back, and I think maybe I\’m going to have to do that… or to be more precise, my brain is making me do that.  I still have the rest of the week to work on things, but I feel (and am) very behind. 

I may end up needing to take a vacation day or two.  That\’s not the worst possible thing, but it upsets me to miss a day (or several) after having an unbroken streak of updates for years.  I guess what\’s most disheartening to me is that I can\’t seem to duck my head and suffer through it the way I have other challenges.  Part of it is probably because the only deadlines for this blog are mine, and those feel less final than someone else\’s imposed deadlines.  Still, I\’d like to do better… but my brain simply isn\’t letting me.  At some point, you have to respect that a brick wall is a brick wall and won\’t give, rather than continuing to try to headbutt it down. 

So that said, if I miss this week\’s Friday entry, I\’m very sorry, and I hope to get back on track soon. 

I\’ve spent most of the last few days reading familiar books, old webcomics, and other comforting things in hopes of soothing myself and getting refocused so I can get back to work.  I may just need a whole week of that, or something.  The fact that the fabric for the blackout curtains is finally going to come in soon is probably going to help, too.  When that happens, I can finally get blackout curtains made and put up, and hopefully sleep better as a result.  It\’s been months, and the lack of sound sleep in the morning is probably wearing on me. 

In happier news, I\’ll get to celebrate another monthaversary (like anniversary, but for each month) with my spouse today.  We do a little miniature togetherness celebration each month on the 13th (the day of the month we were married, and also started dating).  We give each other small presents, or go out to eat, and just generally spend time together.  It\’s kind of like having a date night, but once a month.  This month we both got each other Dungeons and Dragons-themed Tshirts, but the shirts are late, so we\’ll go out to eat together and Chris won\’t have to cook today, which is kind of a double treat for him. 

Other happy news: the trip to the chiropractor was a success.  I no longer feel like my legs are on the verge of falling asleep.  I wasn\’t sure if the adjustment had fixed the problem at first, and was hyperfocusing on my legs, which also made it hard to tell what was going on.  But after I forgot a bit about the problem, it seemed to clear up.  I now seem to have my regular leg problems, rather than disturbing new ones. 

Reading the Research: Memory Transfer

Welcome back to Reading the Research, where I trawl the Internet to find noteworthy research on autism and related subjects, then discuss it in brief with bits from my own life, research, and observations.

Today\’s article is in the far end of theoretical, but had such interesting ramifications for autism and PTSD that I couldn\’t leave it alone.  Today\’s article suggests the possibility of transferring memories from one organism to another.

The experiment was done on marine snails, so you can pretty much guarantee this won\’t be available for humans anytime soon, but basically, the researchers found it was possible to use nervous system RNA to \”transfer\” a reaction to having their shells tapped on.  The researchers gathered four groups of snails.  The first two were the preliminary group.  One set in the preliminary group was left alone, the other was exposed to mild electrical shocks delivered to their tails.  RNA was then gathered from the nervous system of both preliminary groups. 

The remaining two groups, the experimental group, received the RNA.  All four groups of snails then had their shells lightly tapped on.  The normal reaction to this stimulus is to contract into their shells, but only for a second or so.  The experimental snails, though, which had been given the RNA from the group that had received electrical shocks?  Their defensive reaction nearly matched their donors\’ reactions (40 seconds, average, versus 50 seconds for the snails that had been shocked). 

It might be a bit of a stretch, at this point, to call that \”transferring a memory,\” but at the very least, it did seem to transfer a basic reaction.  The senior researcher thinks this suggests an alternate theory for where memories are stored.  It\’s currently assumed that memories are kept in the brain\’s synapses, the connection points between neurons.  This researcher thinks, instead, that memories are stored in the nucleus of those neurons.  The experiment backs this idea up, since the RNA was taken in such a way that the synapses weren\’t involved. 

If it becomes possible to transfer reactions, and even whole memories, from one person to another, this could be an enormously useful teaching tool for autistic people, and a possible therapy for PTSD and Alzheimer\’s.  The latter two conditions could be treated by damping down the power of memories (for PTSD) and reminding or re-introducing memories (for Alzheimer\’s). 

Using this for autism would be a more complicated story.  Might one be able to teach a person, by another person\’s memory, how to tell whether someone is lying?  Perhaps some memories of the appropriate level of eye contact would be a good reference to have in one\’s brain.  Or a \”standard playbook\” of things to say in specific social situations, as shown in a set of memories, might smooth our way to handling those situations in our own lives.  (Things like \”I\’m sorry for your loss\” when told someone\’s family member has died, for example, or small talk about the weather). 

Heck, I\’ve often envied my doctor\’s ability to take in the details of a person from head to toe, recognizing signs of inflammation, depression, anxiety, and other conditions.  Might that, with sufficient numbers of memories to compare by, also be transferable?  We don\’t, as of yet, have any idea what the human brain\’s maximum capacity is.  Things that are forgotten are never truly gone, they\’re simply misplaced and the brain can\’t find them any more. 

It\’ll be interesting to see if this research can be replicated, and if it\’ll take off and become something remarkably useful to humans.  Even with the advancing rate of technology, I\’ll still probably be 50 before that happens, but if Alzheimer\’s is still around then, I\’d love to not worry about losing my most important memories should I develop it.  And future autistic people might not have to struggle so hard with social situations. 

Sensory Processing Difficulties: Sight (Part 3)

This is part 3 of a series on Sensory Processing Difficulties.  Part 1 was on touch, part 2 was on the proprioception and vestibular senses, and part 4 is on taste and smell.

Brain-Eyeball Communication

So, usually when people think of their sense of sight, and things going wrong with it, they think about the physical eyeballs, glasses, eye charts, etc.  Perhaps red-green colorblindness comes to mind, or cataracts.  While those are certainly important, when I say \”visual sensory processing difficulties,\” these are not what I mean.  There\’s nothing physically wrong with my eyeballs (well, besides some nearsightedness): the rods, cones, and optic nerve are all just fine.
 
Instead, sensory processing difficulties are:

  • disorganization in the muscles the brain uses to control how the eyes focus
  • oddities in how the brain itself processes the data sent to it.  

One or both of these can affect a person, and because vision is such a basic sense, people tend to take it for granted and assume that others see the exact same way they do.  Particularly when the eye doctor tests come back with no significant problems.  But, like me, just because the eyeball and optic nerve is in good health, you aren\’t guaranteed to not have problems with your vision. 

Brain-Muscle Miscommunication

A normal person can follow the path of a bouncing ball down a driveway, for example.  A person with muscle-coordination visual processing difficulties might not be able to do that.  Their eye muscles may not track the movement properly, and as such, the ball escapes their field of vision and is gone.  They might also have difficulty keeping their eyes on an object as they move, find it hard or impossible to read lines of print in order, or find it difficult to change between looking at a blackboard and looking at a book on their desk.

The end result of these problems can include tons of headaches, regular squinting, frequently losing your place while reading a book (and continuing to resort to using your finger as a guide), trouble copying information from a blackboard, difficulty reading signs or your dashboard while driving, avoidance of stairs, and even avoidance of groups of people due to the dizzying difficulties of keeping track of them all. 

Again, this is not something special glasses or surgery can fix. It\’s a oddity in the brain itself.  The brain itself can be trained by a specialist, and accommodations made so the person can slowly work toward more normal visual processing. 

Visual Hypersensitivity

This comes in all kinds of exciting flavors. 
  • Light sensitivity: oversensitivity to LEDs, sunlight, fluorescent lights, camera flashes, other bright lights, and/or glare from light sources.
  • Contrast sensitivity: separating black text on a white or off-white page is easy to most.  Not to these folks: the letters can seem to blur into the white page rather than being sharp and defined, which makes it very hard to read.  
  • \”Tunnel reading\” or restricted span of recognition: difficulty reading groups of words or letters together.  This can make it hard to move from line to line in a book or article, read for the content as a whole,  and even copy words from a page. 
  • Impaired print resolution:  in which the letters on a page or a computer screen are unstable, shimmer, or even move.  Again, makes for bad times when needing to read books, reports, or blog posts written by snarky autistic adults on the Internet.
  • Environmental distortions: like impaired print resolution, except with whole objects moving, shimmering, or changing.  Stairs, the faces of family, and even the floor itself can become  anxiety-provoking.  
Light sensitivity is by far the most common vision complaint I hear from fellow autistic people, and I myself suffer from it.  You can find yourself overwhelmed quickly in otherwise normal situations, even to the point of feeling like the light is stabbing your eyeballs or brain.  This is particularly true with LEDs, which have gotten more and more popular in headlights and even regular lightbulbs.  There\’s something about the quality of the light that makes it harsher and brighter than incandescent bulbs.  The constant glare can make people tired very quickly, or even become dizzy and develop headaches.

Things like \”walking into sunlight,\” \”looking at clouds in the sky,\” and \”looking at snow\” can all hurt my eyes.  Even on an overcast day in winter, the whiteness of the snow can reflect enough light to cause stabbing pain.  Headlights at night are awful, particularly if someone\’s forgotten they turned on their brights.  I usually have to resist the urge to shut my eyes entirely while making rude gestures at the thoughtless jerk.  And that\’s assuming those headlights aren\’t the newer LED ones, especially the blue-tinted ones.  If LED headlights are involved, chances are I\’m going to suffer if I\’m anywhere near them.  
Also, camera flashes.  Can I just say that they\’re basically the worst?  Most people like taking pictures, and that means nobody gives a second thought to whipping out a camera and telling you to smile.  If it\’s a smartphone without a flash, that\’s one thing… but some people still like their old fashioned cameras, and being told to smile while being metaphorically punched in the eyeball is just adding insult to injury, in my opinion.  I used to never be able to smile for cameras, in part because smiling was hard, and in part because really, who wants to smile if you know you\’re going to be hurt?  As an adult, I try to be graceful about being metaphorically punched in the eyeballs, especially around holidays, but it doesn\’t ever not hurt. 

Fluorescent lights are a whole different kind of suffering.  Did you know that fluorescent lights actually flicker?  They do so at twice the rate of the electrical supply, but most people can\’t see such a quick change, so the light appears to be uninterrupted.  Except to people who can see it, at which point, well… ever been stuck in a room with a flickering light?  Did it distract you from what you were trying to focus on?  Maybe annoy you somewhat?  Possibly, the longer you sat there watching it flicker, the more annoyed you got?
Yeah, now imagine that\’s every light in every room in your workplace.  For many children, it is exactly that.  Fluorescent lights are very common in schools.  If the person has auditory sensitivity, they may also be able to hear the flicker as well as see it.  Needless to say, this is immensely unhelpful to learning and focusing.  If you had to try to take notes or learn in a strobe-light room, you\’d do poorly and dislike being there, too.

I don\’t suffer from any of the other types of visual hypersensitivity, but you can imagine, just from reading what they\’re like, how much they\’d get in the way of an average person\’s life.  If text or objects in your field of vision warp constantly, or even occasionally, recognizing faces or reading reports would become far more tedious, or even impossible.  

Not Listed Above, But Apparently a Thing

What I do have is something that doesn\’t really fit into any of the categories.  

This is an overly complex line figure.  It is also a psychological test.  You have a person look at this thing, then give them a pencil and have them try to draw one by looking at it.  Then you take it away and have the person draw the figure by memory.  Most people get the general outer shape, then fill in what details they remember.  You can then tell how good their visual processing and attention to detail is.  
When I tried to make this drawing from memory, I drew it clumsily as a series of boxes, with most of the details in the correct places, but the overall shape was off.  I didn\’t remember how many boxes they were in total, and didn\’t consider that the whole shape could be construed as \”a big rectangular box with some extra stuff on the edges.\”  I got a decent number of the fiddly details, but the overall reproduction was significantly poorer than average for my age, due to lacking the general structure of the drawing.  I did somewhat better when I was told to try again but instead try to draw the figure as a whole, and then add the details. 
From this, the professional recognized that I tend to see parts of things and not the whole of things, and that it\’s hard for me to take in lots of visual detail.  This is particularly true when it comes to art and visually complex maps or pictures.  I don\’t get a whole lot out of most fine art, as such.  I think this probably also explains why it takes me so much longer to see things in video games, and why it was so complicated for me to learn to drive.  In some video games, especially the one I play, you\’re supposed to be looking for small details in amidst the terrain, and then reacting to them quickly.  This is hard if you have trouble finding those small details amidst all the other details.  Kind of like looking for a very specific bit of hay in a haystack.  

Driving is very visually complex.  There are other cars, road signs, traffic signals, pedestrians, bicyclists, your dashboard, and animals… just to name the things that are relevant to the driving experience.  There\’s also all the scenery: the buildings you pass, flowers and plants, people in your car, billboards…

Part of learning to drive, for me, was learning where to look for things, and what to look for.  The scenery seems pointless to look at, but sometimes it has road signs, so you can\’t ignore it entirely.  Not all road signs look the same, particularly street signs in cities and towns.  Then, too, the problem is multiplied by movement.  All these things are passing by, which means you have a limited time to process them before they\’re gone.  If you missed them, too bad/hope you didn\’t need that information. 

The precise diagnoses that went with this brain-eyeball communication oddity were Attention-Deficit Disorder (specifically, I was more impulsive than usual when it came to visual processing), and Cognitive Disorder: Not Otherwise Specified (concerns in visual processing and complex visual-motor integration).  These can both be summarized by saying, \”She sees stuff weirdly.\”  

Summary

This week I\’ve described visual processing, what it is and isn\’t, and most of the ways it can go wonky.  I\’ve also included a description of my particular oddities when it comes to vision, which include light sensitivity but continue right into something not described in my book on sensory processing disorders.  Next week I\’ll get into the taste and smell senses, which are so intertwined it\’d be silly to try to separate them entirely.