We Didn’t See It Coming

All quotes on this page are from High Functioning Aspergers.
“Those who are diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome are most commonly male, and they will often have an average or above average IQ.”


Advanced Techniques


We didn’t see it coming

How could we, it was yet unnamed

It was shock, and a mad scramble

When your brain hit the wall.


What brain is this that can’t connect

Can’t grasp the good, can’t grip onto

The web that wove itself for you.

That still spins itself for you.


And more, even without advanced techniques

Knew it would take some extra love

Time, effort, – ‘splainin’

To hang on to your cold shoulder.


But it’s your brain

Not ours, that knows the codes

That write realities, the backgrounds,

Which land us on the same page.


“Aspergers in adults might often be perceived by others as strange or as attention seeking, so those with a good support network of family and friends who can understand and deal with their behaviour tend to thrive far better than those who do not have such a network.”

It is heart breaking for friends and family to see an adult struggling and misapplying their brilliance.

Younger Aspies get bullied in school. Their talents and shyness draw abusers to them.

For the extroverts, a non supportive and dysfunctional role model can set them up for social disaster. They look for long distance love, perhaps as a forum thread moderator, nerd wrangling at its worst.

Powerless in the face of social norms, they may get hooked into a cult-like group where they can exert control and get away with verbal abuse that the introvert participants will endure, rather than be cast out.

Lord Of The Flies, isn’t it?

I am sure this is much worse than I can imagine, even though I have ventured into some of these threads.

It’s sad when there is no system of health care for all and no mental health care. It’s difficult anywhere except for the wealthy.

You get what you pay for.

But that is the world we’re in, where politicians juggle for profits from a pandemic, controlling resources and distribution within the “private/public historical partnership” that reminds me of the National Socialists and private enterprises such as I.G. Farben.

Billionaires that lied about the benefits of wearing masks, gloves, and social distancing, and still argue about it.

No one who is not a qualified member of the medical field should have any say in these issues. Maybe we will get some good from this pandemic on that front.

And maybe not.We’ll be glad if we survive it, for the discussions, won’t we? 


Baring The Soul – Bearing The Soul

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

Baring The Soul – Bearing The Soul

I really had this post down, earlier today. I know I’ve forgotten some main point I was going to make.

But I started cleaning again. Intensively.

I talked to a person from my past who called out of the blue to see if I was O.K..

That was nice. But then he recommended a video about how the Covid 19 pandemic is a complete hoax and asked me to watch it.

Curious, I looked for it. I couldn’t find it and maybe the Tube has taken it down.

Or maybe I needed a secret handshake or some digital equivalent, to view it.

I could check ru.tube. I will, if I find myself with nothing to do. Right. 😎 Like that ever happens!

My hands have almost recovered from last week’s scrubbings. I will be careful, and wear gloves more often, instead of relying on hand washings.

Because I was able to re-order the 200 count box of gloves from an Amazon seller – at twice the price.

I stressed a lot about having to open the mail at work and scan checks, and then store them. The peeps who bring them to the premises to drop them into the drop box don’t wear gloves or masks and seem to begrudge us this inconvenience.

They could pay online. Ever have a person say to you – “oh no, I don’t want my personal info on line!”.

Kidding me! It’s been on line for twenty years dear person. I mentally see the long list of agencies that have your data on line, even if you didn’t put it there.

What else – oh yes, I ordered a UVC wand today, to sanitize small objects – like mail – at the office and at home.

Here is a guide on the virus killer power those UVC devices, if you’re wondering. 

So far, sanitizing mail has been drop it on the floor and don’t touch it for three days.

I am also irked because I couldn’t afford the bigger badder UVC sanitizer devices I saw on Amazon, so I ordered a steam cleaner for floors, carpets and smaller areas, meaning a hand held attachment.

Right now it’s that hand held attachment I want. For me, and the elderly I care for.

For front door knobs, the mail box, and for super disinfecting the kitchen and bathroom.

Amazon doesn’t consider it to be an “essential” product so I’m getting it in maybe a month. Seriously? Steam kills!

That’s why I’m not thrilled about decisions made by robots.

Dear leaders, don’t isolate us in the wrong ways.


masked person at road block


17 year old Sedona has had the road closed between two worlds. With dangers in both.

And potentially isolated in both. 

With best friends in both.

Whatever she can do, and decides to do, she walks the edge.

Do you, too, feel like you’re walking the edge, every time you go out – open the mail?

O.K., I’m done with the complaining.  


Cloud Pictures

Image by Henning Westerkamp from Pixabay

Cotton Balls In The Sky

To staunch – what?

The wounds of the earth and its people

A species torn, conflicted


Wounding one another instead of

Simply beholding the blue skies

The calm hills below – instead of simply noticing

Look what we’ve got.


A Muse-ful Moment, prompted by the Georgia O’Keefe painting “In The Patio 8”.

I had never heard of using writing prompts before I joined Writers of Kern.

Life was my prompt, yet where is a prompt when you need one?

Can I simply focus and respond to a prompt?

I came out of one isolation, now I’m in another one.

For a while.

laptop coffee couch work station
Stay Home!



Red Tide

Image by Alvaro Bejarano from Pixabay




Years ago an avid surfer friend took me to a perfect spot overlooking the shore of Manhattan Beach in California to experience the miracle of Red Tide.

Or so it seemed to me.

Earlier, before dark, we had supped at a little seafood café on Pacific Coast Hwy. Driving there I had noticed the icky color of the water—reddish brown.

Not only that, but a thoroughly unpleasant odor, which Bob explained was the stench of dying plankton. Ugh.

Realizing that he wanted to surf in that goop at night struck me as gross. But I was willing to sit on a concrete wall along the strand and wait while my friend surfed his heart out in spite of what I considered a disgusting prospect.

So down to the beach we went, where he met some other die-hards willing to venture into the stinky sea.

 But wait!

Suddenly, along with the sound of a crashing wave, the ocean was slashed asunder—revealing the sky of a hidden world beneath the surface! A sky the color of startling incandescent turquoise! It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. With each breaking wave the miracle repeated, ripping open that vista to unknown realms below!

And wow!

A series of perfectly breaking waves then rolled in, peopled by surfers carving gorgeous arcing sprays of light!

It was spectacular! Unbelievable to someone like me who had never heard of this phenomenon!

I ran down to the water, yelping with delight when splashes of iridescent light exploded around my feet with each step, the whole scene transporting me into a place of joyous appreciation.

Sadly, the next day my friend suffered from runny red eyes and nose, itchy skin, and various other discomforts. Turns out the dying algae is toxic both to humans and sea life, an aspect of it I would have preferred not to learn so soon, as it did diminish the glory of my aesthetic experience.

Glad I had those enthralling moments though, because they rivaled experiencing a night sky waltzing with rainbows of aurora borealis…

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Going The Distance

Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay

Going The Distance

We mean ‘stand back’ when we say Distance, in these pandemic times. Not a story, but real life.

Yet Sedona, in a far world, has learned to fight. Kill even.

She has also learned to appreciate the artfulness of students who weren’t born to dance. Including herself. And she marvels at the community of people who simply celebrate everything and everyone. It is all so good!

Like a morphine-induced coma must be, after the shark attack.

She walked into the water on one beach, but washed up onto a different shore.

But life is like that, right?

She wants to go the distance and find them again. Whatever, wherever, it is.

Even the Distance

Ice melting on my eye
Running like spring into warm meadows
Even the distance between us is precious
In this universe
That has no space
Today’s crossroads are the convergence
Of hundreds of years of dreams,
In this universe
That has no time
Snowflakes falling on my face
Melting like ghostly kisses
The stroke of a glance
Ocean and sky the same hazy blue
I draw the horizon in,
Just a guess, like the line
Between you and me
At the end of the day we say goodbye.
The night is warm. I look up.
There are those roses
Spilling from behind the moon again.

First published at http://www.caveat-lector.org/2302/website/poetry/dbuxton.html.

Republished at https://pendraggin.wordpress.com/

Please, keep the distance and stay safe peeps!


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