i have aspbergers, and i found the movie to be pretty bland and insanely boring in a lot of the parts of this. sometimes i just yawned and just took it for what it was, but they didn't dwelve into his charecter hardly at all, which i find kind of unfair to most of our kind. they dont go into the topics of the inner turmoil that we feel. their are times that i just want to just do stuff to my body, as the strong emotions that we feel, that be the only ones is so severe that is emotioanally drains us or them for that matter. just a month ago,i was having an emotion attack, and i had a knife in my hand at the time, and i just wanted to jab it into my eye it was just so intense. i was looking at the knife, thinking what would it feel to just jab it in their. also thoughts of jumping off buildings and stuff like that. we also have a lack or hard time making friends with some people that we like. it's like if we are your friends, but we dont exactly have any faith in that friend.
i just think that their not really your friends, you don't have the emotional bond that normal people have, or the self confidence in the friend that you have. you know that their your friend, but inside of you your thinking huh he hates me doesn't he, you feel that everyone hates you. they cant take you for who you are, they say you can, but if you do one stupid thing wrong even if you cant help it it's like by. so that ability is literally gone man.
they also didn't go much into all the negativity the aspbergers community gets when we are born. the basically tell your parents that your son will never have a normal life, never work, never date, never marry. every doctor that you go see will say extremely negative things to them. saying that our future as a species is entirely a waste of space. it's like as soon as we are born we slowly go down this path of being told that you wont this or that. their are also never many programs to help us, but if their is i think most of them are full of themselves. they try to change the person, then to let him do anything in his own freewill. they program them to try to be members of society, tell them the ways of what is right to express themselves. but in my views of it, we don't really have the ability to lie much of the time, or if we do we either suck at it, or just become so serious about the lie that the person believes it, and when you break it out as a joke it falls flat. our comedy is very almost monotone, and almost too serious that it's hard for people to decifer if your kidding or being serious.
they also never got into the point of us taking things literal even if it be a joke, or we simply dont get it, or if we do and tell a joke back it either comes out being in the wrong situation, or it's insanely innapropriate and out of taste. we see the world basically as black and white and that is all their is too it. so if i say to a person " do you hate me. most of them times they say the polite lie of either no or i dont hate you at all. i simply want a simple answer of yes you hate me or no you dont hate me. it's as simple as that, but these people are programed to think to not hurt peoples feelings and politely lie to the person saying your not the problem but you are. it would be nice if the people would respond to us in a truthful, brutally honest tone, and not have to take them out of their comfort zone, to actually admit that they hate me. i don't see the reason of to why they have to make it hard, even if it's not in their ways of proper thought patterns.
we also don't care about a lot of stuff that you guys care about in a lot of ways. like how the news states the people died, and we simply just don't care what happened to them or the situation. like say i make a mess or anything in the normal minds that bother you extremely. the one thing that seems to piss people off or make them worried or caring is the simple word of pedophilia, and i simply do not care a bit about it. i know what it does to people, and i know what it can create emotionally, but i simply do not care, what or why they do it
to other people or in general. people are also offended by books, movies and games, and they take a full media frenzy to get rid of the product from the selves, but i simply also don't care or if it's banned i
simply want to go get it and then say meh don't care. like i was talking to a person in rl, and they say they were offended and i'm like know your not, their like yes i am. i reply you dont know what offended means. or they say you just pissed me off, i'm like no i didn't, and their like yes i am, and say you dont know what pissed off means. and i say that constantly to a lot of people. they say they are but i guess in my mind i just simply don't care about those things. i simply cannot get offended by anything for that matter, or if it did, i'm not gonna go make a fuss over it, and even if it did offend me in time i'm simply gonna end up loving it.
i just sit in my parents basement all day, doing nothing, but play a videogame called second life to see if it can change me view of things, but so far it hasn't. it has the same feelings as rl, but twice as more emotional feelings and impact. it isn't cool to experience this what so ever.
even my parents have a hard time to control me. it is a big struggle for them to know what to do with me. they claim their scared of me like big time scared of me, but i inside think their full of it. i simply don't believe in my world, that they are afraid of me. i fight with them a lot. be insanely obnoxious, rude, i do treat them like dirt almost everyday, i always tell them to f off, say the most innaproprate things to them .. i know that it is mean, but i just can't help myself half the time. i say idiotic and dumb things, that children either say when their little kids or teenagers. one time i was saying penis all the time, it was like this word came over me and just has to say it over and over and over, non stop, i just couldn't control myself at all. then it was vagina. you guys should see me in restaurants it isn't pretty for most to handle, it even embaressed my parents to know end. i basically just fidget before a meal and after a meal.
i basically get so bored of waiting for food or drink, that i have to basically occupy my mind so i don't get to the point of screaming. i basically. stack milk containers of top of one another over and over again, take a knife and tap or make off sounds with it, scratch off labels on cardboard coaster containers, sway side to side, sometimes rock back and forth, and i talk fast and half the time it doesn't make sense,rubing the coke glasses up and down, like it's being erotically massaged. stacking sugar packets all over and all that insane nuttyness. after the meal i pour salt into the coke glasses, sugar into the coke glasses,ketchup into it, even napkins into bottle even the sugar packets and i mix it around and around and around. like last week i make some sort of sour cream pepper salt thing by extreme bordomness.
we also have terrible tempers, and it can literally put us in jail that it's so dark have the time. we utter threats if cornered, we fight back hard if cornered. a while back i was put almost into jail because this security guard wouldn't let me leave the chapters in my area because i put my hand to a girls throat, well almost to the girls throat , and stopped inches from it, and the security guard saw that, so i started to walk away, and he kept saying stop, your under arrest. i mumble to myself your not arresting me. so i continue to walk. he repeats constantly of stop, i keep saying i am leaving over and over and over. as i want to just f'ing leave, because i dont want to be their at all. but this guy keeps following me, and he tries to stop me from leaving the store, by grabbing my arm, and trying to handcuff me with my arm behind my back, but he couldn't even accomplish that as kept going under and under his arm.
their was a part during the end where his hand was almost stuck in a wooden alarm system, and i seriously thought inside, if i break his arm will he f off, and leave me alone, but i didn't. he followed me out of the store, a guy tried to stop me i kicked at him, then the ahole from behind tries to jump me, so i bite him, break his finger by repeatedly twisting it to the side, as i see it break the area rapidly becomes red, and inflamed. i cross the street, and it ends with me on the floor as a cop puts me their, and it ends with my foot wraped around the person neck..
their was also a fight in toronto, where, i was being silly and was just being myself. so my sister in law and brother decide to leave cuz of that. i didn't like that not one bit. so i go outside with them, have an intense feeling of f ing anger, and i take my too arms, and push her against the sign post or light post, she hits it hard, and technically rolls down the street. she almost pressed charges or so i was told by my parents, but she was insanely scared of me after that. i even hit her with a shuvel one time when she was at my grandma's out and hit her in the back as i was also mad. their was a time also when i was at a concert, and i was wanting to get a seat, and i wait and put our name down, but i got insanely bored, so i reach down jokingly and touched the girls bum, just for the sake of because i can.
and i said is our table ready , she looked at me odd, i ask, she said what name, and i said the last name. next i know she is walking off, and the owner their is like you gotta go. i think he said it in a nice manner, but i slowly walked up to the owner, and in a split second, i raised both my hands, hit him in both eyes laying down, and he punched me back hard, i felt dizzy , i felt if their was blood, and then i fell down with one punch. i know that your gonna say that i am weak for a fighter, but i didn't know that the guy was an ex player lol. i have a scare from that day, but as i left, i showed my bum in the window and slapped my mom. for it. this happenings to be at an ozzy osbourne show. i even kicked my mom where she cried i told her to shut up but i left cause she wouldn't even pushed. her
high school was terrible for me, it was yrs of nightmares and torment. at the age of 11 or 12 i was placed in an autistic unit it was either that or be locked up my parents said. i hated every minute of every hr and day that i went their. they treated me like *beep* babied me, and literally i just fought back yr after yr nonstop. i hated going to the timeout room. i seriously hated it, it was like being confined to an area that was so small, that you felt either lost or alone. so i'd do whatever it took to stay out of that time out room, even by means of attacking every single teacher that tried to get me into that small confined room. one time i was in the vocational room. yea they make us work. (idiots). well this one time i was just doing me thing, and he must of said something really mean, so i stabbed him with a pencil, not the lead part, but inside i f'ing wanted to do it to him. so he said to me ok.
that means he was calling in for reinforcements to come help me into the room. as soon as he said that i f ing lost it. i bent down really fast, got ahold of his skin. that was on the arm, and i literally bit down with so much force, that the people behind me pulling couldn't even pry me loose from the grip i had on him. it left a big and large scar on his arm. i was restrained a lot, put in time outs for stepping on foots of my one on one co-worker. even by accident. i just didn't wanna be in their. so everytime they said time out i'd f'ing his back. that included head butting them constantly. kicking,punching, spitting in their faces, breaking things. i got so enraged one time, that i had to literally be taken to the cheo and out of the school in cuffs. they guy was trying to cuff me, and i kept pulling away from the so called cop. he was being gentle with me, but i simply didn't want to have any restraints on me. so i walked down the hall with the cop, going to the ambulance to cheo, where
they again cuffed me as i wouldn't sit still. the doctor even threatened to put me on bananacortizol i think it was to calm me down, but i didn't really. i almost wanted to cry that day, as my parents saw me in the state that i was, chained to a f ing bed man, just because these teachers wouldn't let me be different. it was the rule of listen to us, and i refused to listen to them.
sometimes my anger would be so weird at times that at night i would sometimes snap as my dad said. he said he saw something in my eyes, like nothing was in their, and i'd always seem to do it at night. i'd end up working my dad up for poking him for some stupid reason, that he'd go what are you doing, and then just decked him in the f ing eye, and he had a black eye for days, or a red purple eye, and he was in his 60's at the time. the scar or indent of my fist is still their. i didn't truly mean to do that to him, but sometimes i just cant control myself to hold back from hitting him. i was put on pill after pill seeing if it would change the way i saw things in life and be a proper aspect of society, and be normal but you cant just try to control us with drugs, and i find that extremely wrong. trying to change us for the good is bad. prozak made me pissed. i was even on tegritol risperodol and spocentrailine. the nightmares were insanely nuts and f ing nuts.
also at the age of 9 i began to have seizures lots of them. i still to this day remember them. the colors of lights. blue, red yellow green. flashing around my eyes. and i'd have to press my eyes sometimes just to make them go away. 30 second feeling sick to my stomach. longer then that i am gone and out for the counts. it's not cool getting one while playing time killers in the 90's hacking limbs off of people and then suddenly just passing out,
laying their. the big one was at the age of 21 where i was surfing the net and it came on, so i get up, clean my history, and then lay down and say to my parents mom dad i am having a spell. that's what i'd call them. and they heard that got up fast, and then i was out. i was told that it was insanely agressive, and violent. i know inside that it was the seizure that should of killed me but i survived it. i remmber drinking milk, and then puking it out as i was so week. i spend the rest of the remainder in bed, i couldn't walk without being dizzy. i'd half to hold onto the wall just to balance my own weight and pee. and then back to bed again, where i lay again, having issues, sleeping, feeling like hrs, but was minutes, no hunger, but i kept drinking water, just to be save but i never ate anything at all. just drank. i ate food in about the starting of the 2nd week, just either drinking water, or having soup like lipton soup, it was all i could drink. but after that i never had a single one.
but besides that i spent a decade and a half in my parents basement just doing nothing really, but play sl, be silly, try to work but failed at it, couldn't get good grades at all, so i just quit. i am also an acomplished sort of film maker/ actor but i dont have the will power to actually try to hard as i know i will fail deeply in the end, and i lack a sheer amount of motivation. i say i'm gonna do something then it's to late and don't do a single things. like i say i wanna go to film school or to whatever, and i never do it, as the yrs go by, i still haven't accomplished it, cause i don't have the confidence to get off my ass and do it. i was basically sheltered my whole life like adam, and i couldnt even cause trouble, and kids did that a lot.
i really hated that they did that, even if they did try to protect me, but because of that, i don't have the ability to grow at all. i sometimes resent them for it and seriously treat them like their nothing. i deeply love them, but i just have this deep feeling that if i get attached to them and bond with them that i will lose them forever, as i know inside their gonna die soon. their 73 and 68 and i inside feel that one of these days or yrs, their gonna stop having life within their bodies, and i will be left with nothing, and will have to either live in a group home, live in on the streets or try to keep a job which i usually cannot do, as they expect this ways of speaking and acting. i think losing my parents will be one of the hardest things for me to bear i think.
as i do love them, but in my mind, i think that everyone lasts forever and they will be their forever. but the reality sucks that we are slowly beginning to rot away and fester away into nothingness , because of how we live our lives as slaves to work and other stuff that they have to do to survive. i really don't want to loose my parents at all, but i guess i'm gonna have to come to terms with that sooner or late they will cease to exist, and forever be gone from this world, i truly liked it when they were around. it's a hard burden to take with how the world is inside. dark. unfair, cruel, uncaring and pathetically hurting and destroying our world with their incredible lazyness of palouting it (sp) the their is some global warming i believe but the truth is that man or the so called stupid name we called it now as humankind are killing earth. yes earth is dying faster and faster because of the way we do things in this realm. their is this place in canada that has the waters green, and releases toxic radioactive foam onto the rocks and seashore. that is slowly killing earth, even the coral is dying, even fish. but we are too stupid to even realize it.
but the movie wasn't bad.
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jexline
14 years ago
I have mild Aspberger's myself and have honestly never heard the term "Aspies" used, although I find it kind of amusing. Anyway, I liked the movie, but thought it exaggerated certain things (maybe that's because I just have a mild case myself, though). For some reason, I've confused certain details with this movie with (500) Days of Summer (which I just rented). So maybe it's time to see it again.
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Elfinart
14 years ago
I have Asperger's and I belong to quite a large autism online community and, believe me, we use the word "Aspie" quite often.
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SuperNostalgicBrother
14 years ago
I have Asperger's Syndrome and I happen to enjoy the film very much. It's one of the best films I have seen in 2009 and plus how often do you see a film that portrays people with a diagnosis in two different ways (the good and the bad).
Plus, the title character and his love interest made a wonderful couple while they lasted. I'm glad that they didn't go for the Hollywood B.S. ending as they went with the more realistic approach. They only drifted apart physically but not emotionally.
A well done film.
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JazukaiX
14 years ago
Even though it looks and sounds like Ass Pie?
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Elfinart
14 years ago
"Even though it looks and sounds like Ass Pie?"
Yeah, and Aspergers sounds like "ass burgers." However, Aspie happens to rhyme with "raspy" and therefore sounds nothing like "ass pie," so your point is?
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kytt
14 years ago
seriously, you wrote all this?!?!?!?!
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Errington_92
14 years ago
I have Aspergers and I enjoyed the film as I felt it was well acted. Also I thought that the film's choice in music was good as the lyrics related to certain points in the movie. However I would agree with people who say the film has some sterotypes of Aspergers, for example the meltdown Adam has in the scene after he went for the interview. When I'm stressed I don't throw things around but it is known that all people with Aspergers are different in their own way. I am also an independent person, I can do things by myself such as making my own way to college. Adam wanted Beth to go with him to California partly because he was dependent on her. But as I said perviously all people who have Aspergers are different so some can cope better than others.
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