An Aspie In Iowa

An Aspie In Iowa: ASMR Freaks Me Out!

So tonight I watched a few ASMR videos on YouTube. I don’t really want to go into what these are so I’ll leave the explanation here. I’ll also post a couple of example videos so that you have a good idea what these are.

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Now what you are supposed to get from these videos is a pleasurable tingling sensation in your spine that makes you feel tranquil. These videos are immensely popular and I have seen numerous testimonials speaking of their usefulness. Well….that was not my experience at all.

Let me tell you, I get a tingling sensation….well tingling isn’t really the proper word for it, I feel like someone is trying to rip my spine out of my back and beat me over the head with it. The feeling that I get from these videos is about the worst feeling that anyone could get without setting yourself on fire.  We watched a video of a woman clicking her fingernails on various items and I literally had tears in my eyes and wanted to run from the room.

At first I would think that this has to do with my autism but my wife who is also an aspie gets the pleasurable response that everyone else raves about. A quick google search found other autistic blogs and websites proclaiming the positives of ASMR and so I’m guessing it’s more or less just me. No real big deal, I’m used to being the odd man out.

I think though that perhaps this does have a lot to do with my aversion to touch and since these videos supposedly stimulate the same nerves that respond to light touch then it is no wonder why I had such a bad reaction to them. I would rather be stabbed than to have someone lightly touch me, I don’t want to sound hyperbolic but to be lightly touched feels, to me, like I am being violated in some horrific fashion.

I guess it only makes sense because I like strong touches. I also like strong sounds, preferring a bit louder than normal speech over any type of whisper. Whispering drives me absolutely insane and makes me sick to my stomach when I hear it. Perhaps this is due to the deceptive nature that whispering is meant to convey much of the time and the amount of times in my past that I knew, or at least assumed, that people were whispering about me.

Anyway, I’d like to send this on over to you folks, my readers. Does ASMR elicit the feel good pleasurable sensation in your mind or are you as turned off as I am by this invasion of obnoxious noise upon your mind? Let me know in the comments. Thanks!

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An Aspie In Iowa

An Aspies Guide To The Holidays

A few weeks back I wrote a few tips from the atheist side of things and I thought that I might come back to this topic from another important aspect of my life, Autism. The holidays are both wonderful and horrifying to many of us on the spectrum. We love to give, to receive, to spend time with family but at the same time all of these things can cause us a lot of stress and anxiety. So without further ado, here are some tips for Aspies during the holidays.

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1.) Know your exits

With the holidays come social gatherings and in any social gathering it is important to know your exits. If things get a bit to stressful, or you find yourself headed towards an overload head towards that exit. An exit isn’t meant to imply you are leaving but that you are heading off for a moment to regroup. If it’s warm enough I will step outside for a few minutes and if I can’t do that I’ll head to the bathroom. Anything that you can do to get yourself back under control can be very helpful.

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2.) You don’t have to eat that

Another thing that comes with the holidays is food, some of which is probably fairly disgusting to you. Forcing yourself to eat things that you don’t like can add a layer of stress to the holidays that I don’t believe a neurotypical could understand. Eat what you like, pass on what you don’t. If someone offers you something that looks unappealing, thank them for the offer but pass on their offer. If the need arises, and it might, you can always pretend to have a food allergy which prevents you from eating whatever is being offered.

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3.) Remember people don’t like the truth when it comes to gift giving.

If you get something that you don’t like…the answer is not to say you don’t like it…no matter how correct that answer might seem to be. Just smile and thank the person for the gift and then if it is something you truly hate you can always attempt to sell it or take it back after the holidays. A person giving you a gift is more about the idea that they thought of you than about what is actually given, at least that is what I am told…however I’ve had people give me gifts that were so foreign to who I am that it almost offended me that they would give me that type of gift….even so the best option is to pretend you like it and move on.

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4.) Steer Clear of Truth Serum

If one thing leads me to make inappropriate comments it is alcohol. If I’ve had a few then I am likely to tell people exactly what I think of them and so during the holidays I avoid any type of drinking. You probably know yourself fairly well and maybe one or two will help calm your nerves and allow you to enjoy the festivities more fully. However, know your limits.

 

5.) If you are unsure about what to get someone ask

Sure, I might think getting Star Trek stuff for Christmas is the ideal gift. However, this might not be the case for others around you. If you are unsure then the best option is to ask. One of the big problems that I have faced in life is how neurotypical people seem to pick up on what other people like and are easily able to get them something that they might enjoy. I’ve never been very good at picking out gifts for people and before I started asking I had several awkward experiences…Note…it is never ok to buy a loved one a vacuum for Christmas…you live and you learn…

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6.) Look for others who might also be on the spectrum

I have a cousin who is also on the spectrum. At thanksgiving he was sitting all by himself and not talking to anyone. I noticed this and asked him what his interests were. At first he didn’t say much but the second we got onto the topic of “Star Wars” he was as happy as could be. His mother told me after the dinner that it was the happiest she has seen him in a long time and that he had told her that he had never enjoyed a holiday gathering more than that day. Life is confusing, being on the spectrum can suck at times, and so sticking together and having a good time is important.

7.) Have Fun!

Try to have fun. Get through the holidays and then unwind with your favorite activity, tv show, or movie series. One of the best parts about the holidays is that they only come once per year. Try not to stress too much about them and yet at the same time realize that the holidays are stressful for everyone. Love your family, enjoy your friends, but always keep your mental well-being in mind.

Have a safe and happy holidays!

The Diary Of My Mind

A few things about me…

  1. I hate driving. Driving is something that I do to get to work, doctor appointments, and the store, but I hate it. Driving causes me a great deal of anxiety, there is just too much going on around me to be calm. In the back of my mind I am always fearful of getting into a wreck or breaking down on the side of the road.
  2. I hate brushing my teeth. Just the feeling of the bristles going through my mouth gives me the chills. I do brush my teet but wouldn’t if I could get away with not doing it…
  3. I hate Velcro. Just the thought of the sound made when someone pulls apart velcro freaks me out. This was bad when I was a kid who couldn’t tie his own shoes until he was 8. 
  4. I hate having anything on the back of my hands or neck. This is especially true with sticky or oily substances. It freaks me out and I instantly have to stop whatever I am doing and go wash up. 
  5. I hate sunny days. The light is too bright and it gives me an awful headache. So when everyone else is happy about the clear sky, I’m trying to figure out how to work underground for the day.
  6. I love thunderstorms. Nothing on earth is better than listening to a loud thunderstorm as I drift off to sleep. I even slept through a tornado that tore through our backyard once. Storms calm me down incredibly well.
  7. I love anything to do with history, especially the Pre-WWI. I love learning about the napolianic wars, the Vikings, the mayans and aztecs, etc…I also hold a very special place in my heart for pre-history as well.
  8. I love Star Trek. With Spock being my favorite character of all time. I associate a lot with Spock and remember wishing as a child that the vulcans would return and take me home with them. Everyone around me seemed to exist in such an illogical fashion that the vulcans were the only ones possible of being my true family.
  9. I love zombie films. This is my absolute favorite genre of film and I’ve seen about 90% of the zombie films in existence, The original dawn of the dead is my absolute favorite. I think part of my love for these films stems from the idea that the whole world was out to get me as a child. So in my mind, zombies are society and the survivors are those who dare love outside of societies rules. Anyway, I love this genre of movie!
  10. I love Oscar Wilde plays. He does such a great job of pointing out the absurdities of “normal” life and makes fun of it all. I wonder if Wilde was an aspergian? It would explain a whole lot.
  11. I have a love/hate relationship with music. Sometimes I love music and it can calm me, other times it does nothing but overwhelm me and I can’t stand it.
  12. I have a love/hate relationship with friendships. I want friends but I can’t stand having them. Friends are exhausting to me. Always wanting to invite me places, ask me for stuff, and pop in with little warning. This kind of stuff drives me crazy and I really don’t think there is an answer to this issue.
  13. I have a love/hate relationship with deodorant. I wear it, but at the same time I am highly sensitive to fragrance. I’ve actually had my armpits crack and bleed due to using the wrong deoderant. Even now I am likely to forget it at least once per week. It’s annoying!
  14. I have a love/hate relationship with politics. I am absolutely excellent at picking out winners and losers in political campaigns. I knew Donald Trump would win the day he announced. I’ve never supported him but I took a lot of flak and was insulted pretty bad by those on the right who said it was a joke and that there wasn’t a chance he’d win the election, let alone be the nominee. Still waiting on those apologies guys…
  15. I have a love/hate relationship with Ketchup. I love ketchup on French fries, and that’s it. I hate the taste of ketchup in anything else. Just seeing someone dip something in ketchup, outside of French fries, makes me physically ill. It’s weird, but that’s me.

Thank you for reading this post. I love reading and responding to your comments so please, do so below. 😎

The Diary Of My Mind

Shut Downs and Emotional Turning Off

Since I was a child, I’ve experienced what is commonly called a shut down. Basically this means I stop talking, get completely quiet and I look completely emotionless. Behind the scenes, in my mind, there is a lot going on. I am generally trying to work through something that requires my complete and total focus.

Things that might cause a shut down

  1. Stress
  2. Anger
  3. Sadness
  4. Problem solving
  5. Being Insulted

The fifth one there is actually a big one. If I’m insulted I almost instantly shut down. Now shut does can lead to a few results. With the other four, I can generally get over them fairly easy with some coping mechanisms I’ve developed over the years. Number one is a bit hard to deal with but removing myself from the situation, even for a few minutes, seems to work fairly well.

Number five though is another story.

When I am insulted my mind rushes and I am faced with several choices,

  • Vacate, it’s not worth getting worked up over.
  • Emotional outburst, often ending with their feelings hurt worse than mine ever were.
  • Turning my emotions completely off.

The third choice there is, I believe, a holdover from all the bullying that I went through as a child. My mind developed a defense system where I can completely turn my emotions off towards a person or a group. If this happens, that person is more or less dead to me.  Eventually I have to deal with the pain of this type of shut down but that can be months or even years into the future. 

I’ve had friends who were fairly close to me, one day they said something that really bothered me, or did something to me in an insulting or mean fashion. I turn off the emotions and then I don’t care if I ever see that person again. Maybe years down the road I’ll remember them but rarely do I feel bad for a friendship ending in this fashion.

For example: My ex used to scream and throw things at me. Usually this would lead to me having a meltdown lasting several days. Eventually, this occurred so frequently that I simply shut off my emotional response to her. We stopped talking and eventually got divorced. A shut down helped lead me away from an abusive relationship. 

People might find my shut downs odd but they have helped me in numerous ways throughout life. The peace that can be found in a completely emotionless experience is therapeutic in a way. Helps me sort or what needs sorting. 

Do you experience anything along these lines? I wonder how prevalent this is as a coping mechanism. Let me know in the comments below,

Fiction and Stories

Super Tim Meets The Silent Avenger (An ASD Children’s Story)

The Super Tim series are based around my own experiences as a child, those of my nephews and several friends with children on the Autism Spectrum. I hope you enjoy them.


Tim didn’t much care for school. It wasn’t the lessons or the teacher but he never could quite understand the other kids in his class. Maggie still picked on him and this bugged Tim a great deal. His friend George was nice, but had some tendencies that really bothered Tim. The worst of which Tim found when his mother had George stay over for the night.

It seemed like George had to touch absolutely everything. This was especially bad when they were in Tim’s room. Tim had everything in his room laid out in a very specific way and could tell if anything had been moved. After George had spent the night Tim spent the next week fixing all of the stuff that George had moved. Still George had been the first friend Tim had made and so he decided as long as he kept George out of his room, they’d be ok.

One day at school, Maggie was in a really bad mood. All the way to school she kept yelling at Tim and making fun of him. Even when George spoke up, Maggie didn’t stop. It seemed like nothing was going to stop her that day. Before class started, Maggie had taken Tim’s headphones and had passed them back and forth with another child, Joe. They had laughed and continued this until Miss Marble walked in and put a stop to it.

Class started with Miss Marble saying that a new kid named Sam would be joining the class that day. She wanted everyone to welcome him and make him feel at home. His parents worked at the nearby Air Force Base as mechanics and she said that he had moved three times in the last two years. When Sam entered the class, he sat down in the back row and didn’t make a peep. The one thing that Tim couldn’t get out of his mind was just how big the new kid was. He was huge and reminded Tim of the professional wrestlers that Tim’s dad watched on TV sometimes. “Better steer clear of him,” Sam thought, “I bet he makes Maggie look like nothing.”

Class was interesting. Miss Marble was teaching the class about fossils and had brought in a ton of examples that she had collected on a recent vacation. Tim marveled at every example that was passed around the room. Miss marble even brought in a piece of dinosaur coprolite. When she asked if anyone knew what it was Tim shot his hand in the air.

“Yes, Tim?” Miss Marble said.

“It’s dinosaur poop!” Tim said

“That’s right.” Miss marble responded. Part of the class laughed while the other let out a loud, “Ewwwwwww!”

At recess, Tim sat feeling the wind on his skin. He wondered if Dinosaurs had enjoyed feeling the wind too. He imagined that they had not since they had to spend way too much time trying to find something to eat or keep from being eaten. His mind continued to wander and he failed to notice that Maggie was standing right behind him. A big shove and seconds later Tim felt himself falling to the ground.

Hitting the ground, Tim scraped his knee and hands. His lip began to quiver and his brain began to get stormy.

“Are you going to cry?” Maggie asked “Look everybody, he’s going to cry!”

Just then something covered both Maggie and Tim in a great shadow. They both looked up to see the huge shape of a large boy standing above them. It was the new kid, Sam. He let out a grumble and stepped between Maggie and Tim. He then reached down and helped Tim stand back up.

“What are you doing, don’t you know he’s a weirdo?” Maggie said.

The boy simply let out a growl and gave Maggie a look that chilled her to the bones.  She began to stammer and said that she was only kidding. She didn’t mean anything by it and that if Tim hadn’t been so clumsy he never would have fallen. This caused Sam to let out another growl and he pointed towards the school. Maggie soon ran in the exact direction that Sam had pointed, her lip quivering as she went.

Meanwhile, Tim had managed to pull himself together and patted the dust off his clothes. He looked at Sam who was still pointing at the school watching Maggie run in the other direction.

“Thank you.” Tim said

Sam looked back and smiled.

“Do you want to be friends? Tim asked.

Sam shook his head up and down. This was the beginning of a friendship that would rival all the greatest friendships in history. Tim and Sam were inseparable from that point on. George and Tim were still good friends but Sam was Tim’s best friend.

Sam didn’t say much, in fact he didn’t say anything at all. When Sam wanted something he would point at it. If he really wanted something he might grunt or make an excited noise. For the most part Sam liked to hum, whistle, and laugh. He could remember just about any song he heard and would hum the entire top 40 while he and Tim hung out.

The other thing that Tim liked about Sam was his ability to draw. Sam could draw absolutely anything with incredible talent. Soon the walls of Tim’s room were neatly covered in drawings of Dinosaurs that Sam had made for him. Whenever they hung out, Sam would hum and draw while Tim would show Sam everything that he knew about Dinosaurs and his other interests.

One day while they were sitting in Tim’s room, Tim’s mother brought in a load of laundry. On top of the clean clothes was his cape, freshly cleaned and folded. Sam let out an excited sound and pointed at the cape.

“Do you want to wear it?” Tim said.

Sam nodded yes.

“Ok, but there is something I need to show you first.” Tim told Sam.

Tim walked to his bed and grabbed the paper his mother had written. He unpinned it from the wall and took it over to Sam.

“I’ve never told anyone else this, but I have super powers.” Tim said.

Sam’s eyes got wide and he smiled.

“It’s true! Look!” He then showed Sam the list.

Tim’s Super Powers
1.) Super Hearing
2.) Super Sight
3.) Super Touch
4.) Super Memory
5.) Super Sweet

Sam pointed at the last one on the list and let out a laugh.

“I know, it’s such a mom thing isn’t it. I don’t like that one. Anyway, every superhero needs a sidekick, would you like to be my sidekick, Sam?”

Sam shook his head no.

“You’re right, you would never be a very good sidekick, you’re bigger and stronger than me. Would you like to be my partner?”

Sam nodded yes.

“Okay, you can be my partner but you need a super hero name.” Tim said

Sam watched intently as Tim handed him the cape. Sam then started naming off possible hero names for Sam.

“The Ninja?” Sam shook his head no.
“Dino Dude?” Sam rolled his eyes.
“The Whistler? Sam laughed but shook his head no.

“How about the Silent Avenger?” Tim asked. Sam immediately nodded yes.

Silent Avenger….I like that too! Super Tim and the Silent Avenger!” Tim said. “Can anything stop us?
Sam shook his head no.

Other Stories from the Super Tim series can be found below.

Super Tim Goes to School (An ASD Children’s Story)

Super Tim and the Lost Keys (An ASD Children’s Story)

 

 

 

The Diary Of My Mind

Why Am I An Autistic Person?

So this post isn’t about my symptoms, it isn’t about my diagnosis, or what anyone thinks of me. What this post is about is how I choose to describe myself. I am not a person with Autism, I am an Autistic Person.

So this might piss some people off and I really don’t care. The post I wrote yesterday about discouragement was due to being banned from a Facebook group, one that had nothing to do with autism, because I had referred to myself as an Autistic person. The admin of the group stated that I was being offensive and using a type of hate speech against members of the autism community. Now I won’t mention the group or the name of the person who told me this but it really bothered me.

It is my personal opinion, but saying “person with Autism,” means that one day I might be a “person without autism.” This is of course never going to happen. Autism is a lot of what makes me who I am. I wouldn’t change it and I am “happy” to understand myself better now knowing exactly what makes me different. I’m no less of a person because I am autistic, I am however better understanding myself now. So if it hurts your feelings that I call myself an autistic person, piss off…

It also seems to me that when someone says, “person with autism,” they are adding a bit of shame to the term. I’ve heard people say, I don’t want my child limited by the label? Well, I’ve got two bachelors degrees and one day will complete my masters, I have an awesome job, and a pretty damn good life. If my life has been limited by my autism it had been in ways that don’t really matter much to me.

Now, if you want to call your son, your daughter, or yourself, a “person with autism,” that’s fine with me. I wouldn’t attempt to force something on you that you wouldn’t want. I simply expect the same respect in how I choose to label myself.

Fiction and Stories

Super Tim Goes to School (An ASD Children’s Story)

These stories are based on my own, my nephew, and several friends children. That said they are all based on an ounce of truth. I hope you will enjoy them.


 

Tim Brentwood sat on his porch swing feeling the sun and the wind on his skin. He saw a butterfly pass by and noticed the pretty pattern on the butterfly’s wings. It was a warm summer day and Tim though to himself that it couldn’t get much better than this. However, Tim was scared, at 6 years old Tim’s mother had told him it was time to go to school.

She had told him of all the people he would meet, all the friends he would make, and all the new and cool things that he would learn. A few days earlier, Tim and his mother had visited the school to meet his teacher. Tim’s mom assured him that she was a sweet old lady but Tim saw her as a monster. She seemed too nice, far too sweet to actually be a real person.

As the days grew closer Tim began to get more and more worried. He begged with his mom, “Please don’t make me go to school! I don’t want friends and I already know all I need to!” At night he lay awake scared of all the new things he would be forced to do.  School was a bad idea and if only he could come up with some plan he could save himself the awful experience.

The first day of school came and when his mother went to wake him up, Tim was nowhere to be found. She called out to him and didn’t hear a peep. It took almost ten minutes for her to realize that the pile of blankets in the corner of Tim’s room was a bit too lumpy and that blankets don’t generally breathe.

Tim cried and begged his mom not to make him go, but she bathed him, dressed him, put his backpack on him and then together they waited for the bus to arrive. The bus arrived and Tim’s mother walked him to the door. She kissed him on the head and told him that she would be there when he got home. Tim didn’t believe her, he thought that this was going to be the last day of his life. Nothing had prepared him for something as awful and as overwhelming as school.

He took his seat and almost instantly felt something wet on his neck.

“Bullseye!” Shouted a voice behind him.

Tim felt his neck and came back with a small ball of wet paper, a spit wad.

“Well….aren’t you going to say anything?” The voice from behind him shouted.

Tim turned with tears still in his eyes, “Don’t!’ He shouted as another spit wad hit him between the eyes.

“QUIET DOWN BACK THERE!” Yelled the bus driver.

At the next stop a short round boy got on, he asked Tim if it was ok if he sat there. Tim was far too upset to respond and so the boy sat down.

“My name is George, I like video games!” The short round boy said.

“No point talking to that kid,” shouted the voice from the back “he’s weird or something. Hit em with two spit wads and all he did was cry.”

“Shut up, Maggie.” Said George. “Don’t mind her, she had her braids attached too tight and it just makes her mean.”

That made Tim laugh. The idea of Maggie having her braids attached to her head like some sort of antenna was very funny to Tim.

So do you like video games? Have you ever played Blaster Zone? It’s the best!

“No.” Replied Tim

“Well, some time maybe you can come over and play it with me, I’ll show you all the secrets. I’ve been to the 10th level, even my brother can’t make it to the 10th level.”

Tim wasn’t really interested in games but the fact that George had been able to stop Maggie meant something to him. Before they got off the bus George asked him if they could be friends and Tim agreed. He wasn’t sure that he liked George but protection was something he thought might come in handy at school.

Tim got off the bus and walked through the doors. The bright lights and the sounds of lockers being opened and closed overwhelmed him. He started to cry again but George motioned for him to follow.

“What teacher do you got?” George asked

“Miss Marble” Tim managed to reply.

“Oh, her class is right there. I have Miss Samson, she’s across the hall. Want to sit together at lunch?” George asked

“Ok…” Tim replied

As Tim walked through the door to his classroom, Maggie shoved him.

“Out of my way weirdo!” She said.

Tim didn’t like being called weird. He didn’t think it was very nice and probably something his mom would be very mad about if she knew. Tim decided that he didn’t like Maggie and was going to try his best to stay as far away from her as possible.

Class began and the teacher began talking about something called a roll call. She began saying everyone’s last name and each student said “Here” when she got to their name. Tim’s mind began to wander to a book he had at home that he couldn’t wait to read again. It was all about Dinosaurs, his favorite subject.

“Brentwood.” The teacher said. “Brentwood, Timothy Brentwood.”

Tim was lost in thought, he was thinking about all the teeth that a T-Rex had. How they were used to eat their prey. A few summers back Tim’s dad had brought him home a tooth that was supposed to be from a T-Rex but it was really just plastic. Tim still liked it and it sat on his dresser at home.

“Brentwood,” the teacher once again called out “Tim Brentwood….”TIM!”

This brought Tim out of his thoughts and he replied, “What?”

“Are you here?” The teacher asked.

“I guess…” Replied Tim. The other students began to laugh but Tim didn’t understand why what he had said was funny. He simply went back to his thoughts. A few moments later an absolutely awful thing occurred. A noise, louder than anything Tim had ever heard rang out. It was the school bell but to Tim it was a nightmare. He grabbed his ears and shrieked.

This brought about another series of laughs from his peers and caused the teacher to yell out, “Quiet down everyone!”

“Tim, please come with me.” Miss Marble said “Everyone else, stay quiet.”

“Not even here a day and the weirdo gets taken to the office.” Maggie spoke up.

“That will be quite enough.” Miss Marble said.

Outside the class, Miss Marble asked him if he was ok.

“That noise was really loud, these lights are too bright, and everyone is mean!” Tim said.

“It will be alright…you just come sit by my desk and I will tell you when the bell is about to ring. Ok?” Miss Marble said. So when Tim entered the class he sat down next to Miss Marble and for the rest of the day, before the bell rang, Miss Marble told Tim to cover his ears. She wasn’t the monster that Tim thought, she was actually really nice.

Lunch was loud and Tim had trouble concentrating. George sat down beside him and talked about Blaster Zone the entire time. Soon it was time to head home. He got back on the bus and in a few minutes he was home. His Mom was waiting for him and they walked back into the house.

“Your teacher called me today. She said you had some problems with the noise at school.” His mother said.

“It was awful, but Miss Marble was really nice and she helped me.” Tim told his mother.

His mother took a deep breath and said, “Tim there is something I need to talk to you about.”

“What? Tim asked.

“Tim, we haven’t told you this before, but you have super powers.” His mother said.

“I do?” Tim asked.

“Yes, we didn’t want to tell you until you were old enough that you would only use these powers for good. Would you like to know what they are?

“YES!” Tim yelled

His mother took out a notebook and wrote…

Tim’s Super Powers
1.) Super Hearing
2.) Super Sight
3.) Super Touch
4.) Super Memory
5.) Super Sweet

Tim didn’t like the last one but he guessed it was possible to be super sweet. His mother told him that this is why the lights and the sounds had hurt him today. It also explained why he hated the sweaters that his grandma tried to make him wear at Christmas.

“Now you can only use these powers for good. You promise?” His mom said.

“I promise.” Tim replied.

“Now head up to your room there is a surprise on your bed.” His mother said.

“Tim ran up the stairs and into his room. On the bed there was a cape, the same kind that a super hero would wear and beside them a pair of shaded glasses. Also sitting on the bed was a pair of headphones with a T-Rex on both sides. Tim’s mother walked into the room.

“Every super hero needs a cape.” She said. “And the headphones and glasses will help you control your powers. I’ve talked to your school and they said it is fine for you to wear them while you are there. The cape has to stay home, you must keep your super hero identity a secret.

“I understand! Every hero has a secret identity.” Tim said. “Mom, this mean girl at school called me weird and she shot spit wads at me on the bus.”

“Every hero has villains, it sounds like she might be yours.” “I’ll call and speak to her mother about it. You aren’t weird son, you are super, my super little boy.”

Tim went to bed that night thinking about school. It was bad but not as bad as he had thought it would be. He didn’t like the noise or the lights but George and Miss Marble were nice. He even liked some of the stuff they had taught him. Maybe he would survive school, and with his super powers he knew that he would be far more ready than he was before. He fell asleep looking at his dinosaur book and wearing his T-Rex headphones. The note that Tim’s mother had written was pinned to the wall above his head.  Super heroes, it turns out, need sleep just as much as everyone else.

To continue on to Super Tim’s Next story, click here.