On being (ahem) "detail-oriented"
Jun. 28th, 2006 10:25 amIt's a gift. ...And a curse.
I listened last night to an NPR show about autism. Evidently there are varying degrees, and they are all trying to live in this world. And -- good for them -- they seem to not want a cure, but rather want the world to accept them as they are. The show interviewed one guy and asked, "So if there was a pill in my hand that would get rid of your autism, would you take it?" He said no. He said, "I like the way my brain works, the way I think about numbers. I would never want to give that up."
That is the way I feel about being so detail-oriented. Like autism, it is not socially acceptable. It means that at times I do things that make other people uncomfortable. But you know? I wouldn't give it up. I like the way my brain works. And with my life? Being prepared, having all of the nitpicky details looked up and thought about in advance... has saved my bacon more times than I can count.
I listened last night to an NPR show about autism. Evidently there are varying degrees, and they are all trying to live in this world. And -- good for them -- they seem to not want a cure, but rather want the world to accept them as they are. The show interviewed one guy and asked, "So if there was a pill in my hand that would get rid of your autism, would you take it?" He said no. He said, "I like the way my brain works, the way I think about numbers. I would never want to give that up."
That is the way I feel about being so detail-oriented. Like autism, it is not socially acceptable. It means that at times I do things that make other people uncomfortable. But you know? I wouldn't give it up. I like the way my brain works. And with my life? Being prepared, having all of the nitpicky details looked up and thought about in advance... has saved my bacon more times than I can count.