Being Interrupted …

Neuro Banner   Here is another post pointing out some of my neurodiverse characteristics associated with Aspergers Syndrome.

If you interrupt me when I am in the middle of something I may smile at you and pretend everything is okay but on the inside I am beginning to boil. Hopefully you will let me return to my task and finish what I was doing.

2016-10-30_10-22-43.pngStopping in the middle of a task creates a panic in me that is hard to justify. I just need to finish what I am working on or come to a reasonable stopping point.

My working memory is tricky, and I need to do things in a particular way so that I can keep track of all the details. I leave visual cues to help me remember things and use patterns and chapter numbers as bookmarks and signals.

I need time to switch tasks. My brain sometimes gets stuck. I never show my frustration but if you keep probing me things might get tense.

Source: Autistic Confessions – I Really HATE Interuptions | Anonymously Autistic

This is another of those “aha” moments I recently had when I discovered I might be an Aspie.  When I work on just about anything it seems I am totally absorbed in the task at hand. It simply demands my full attention.  I don’t think I panic when someone interrupts me but it does bother me to an unusual degree.  After thirty plus years my wife has come to accept that and stays away when she sees me in this mode.

I am not as bad as I was in my bachelor years but I still usually stay on a task until it is completed, that is if it can be completed in one setting.  I can remember in my early professional years working on something continuously from a Friday evening until Sunday morning with no sleep and just hand snacks to eat and hardly realize that any time had passed.  As a side note that was the time that I discovered that I was meant to be a programmer and not an electrical engineer as I was trained.

Even today I obsessively do certain things in a particular order. The 2 1/2 acre yard is mowed the same way almost every time. It just seems to work better that way. When I wash the daily dishes they must be done in a particular order. The silverware goes in first to soak until just before the pots which are last thing to be done.  It just works out better that way.  I don’t think this is OCD (but I guess it could be) as some other things I like to do in a different way simply because I am bored always doing it the same every time.

These quirks if you want to call them that are just a small part of who I am. I don’t lament them but I do recognize that they are there.  Please don’t interrupt me when I am in the middle of something…..