Out loud, yeah. My siblings used to complain about the "mumbling coming from the shower", though they have gotten used to it. ^^
To me, it's a bit like breathing. I do it automatically (when I'm alone enough), without realizing I do and, in a way, I need it. Only when I spot another person do I suddenly realize what I'm doing and stop. My reveries usually prevent me from noticing others though, unless they're near or somehow emphasize their presence (like by slamming the door of their car). The same goes for any movement accompanying the thoughts.
Needless to say this often leaves me quite embarrassed. I remember once when cycling, two girls also on bicycles coming my way started to hum very loudly in what I can only guess was a mockery of what I was doing (as they really obviously were staring at me). That was one of the times, though, that I was less bothered about what people thought of me (and their uncalled for behaviour), but all the more about that the "shock" prevented me from going back to thinking for hours after that. I may not "chatter" consciously, but I do notice when something prevents me from going in that state (again, like breathing). It starts 'hurting' if something is in the way. It feels as if it puts me on the verge of crying, even though I know it can't make me cry even if crying wasn't something I don't do and can't deal with.
My reveries sometimes involve stories like you described your brother doing. But just as much, I am talking and debating with imagined representatives of ideas I've come across or that have come out of something I've come across. Sometimes, they simply are, sometimes the representative is supposed to be someone I know - can be anyone.
I don't really get what autism is period. The symptoms of autism I know don't seem that related to me, and I can't see what is labelled "autism" as anything but a kind of person someone can be. Not a disorder, but a variation. During the time I've been examined, they often asked me what I thought of possibly being an autist. I always answered that it doesn't change a thing - now I just have a word for part of who I am. Also, some of the symptoms of autism I experience, I can explain with childhood experiences shaping me into who I am. Of course, had I not had autism, I may have gotten out of it differently or may not have gotten certain experiences at all. In short, autism may be some difference from the general population that can be defined, but it's still something personal for each individual having it.
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Date: 2009-03-23 06:22 pm (UTC)To me, it's a bit like breathing. I do it automatically (when I'm alone enough), without realizing I do and, in a way, I need it. Only when I spot another person do I suddenly realize what I'm doing and stop. My reveries usually prevent me from noticing others though, unless they're near or somehow emphasize their presence (like by slamming the door of their car). The same goes for any movement accompanying the thoughts.
Needless to say this often leaves me quite embarrassed. I remember once when cycling, two girls also on bicycles coming my way started to hum very loudly in what I can only guess was a mockery of what I was doing (as they really obviously were staring at me). That was one of the times, though, that I was less bothered about what people thought of me (and their uncalled for behaviour), but all the more about that the "shock" prevented me from going back to thinking for hours after that. I may not "chatter" consciously, but I do notice when something prevents me from going in that state (again, like breathing). It starts 'hurting' if something is in the way. It feels as if it puts me on the verge of crying, even though I know it can't make me cry even if crying wasn't something I don't do and can't deal with.
My reveries sometimes involve stories like you described your brother doing. But just as much, I am talking and debating with imagined representatives of ideas I've come across or that have come out of something I've come across. Sometimes, they simply are, sometimes the representative is supposed to be someone I know - can be anyone.
I don't really get what autism is period. The symptoms of autism I know don't seem that related to me, and I can't see what is labelled "autism" as anything but a kind of person someone can be. Not a disorder, but a variation. During the time I've been examined, they often asked me what I thought of possibly being an autist. I always answered that it doesn't change a thing - now I just have a word for part of who I am. Also, some of the symptoms of autism I experience, I can explain with childhood experiences shaping me into who I am. Of course, had I not had autism, I may have gotten out of it differently or may not have gotten certain experiences at all. In short, autism may be some difference from the general population that can be defined, but it's still something personal for each individual having it.