lor seselemna kense ilor noga…

before i get into what i wanna say here, i thought i should actually answer the question i left hanging in the last post many months ago… the answer is yes.  yes, i do.  however, after a loooooooooooong conversation with God about it, it became something i could’ve never even imagined in a rather awesome way.  if you do too, PLEASE talk to me about it.  the answer God gave to my prayers completely changed my life in such a crazy way, and i’m absolutely positive that it will do the same for yours. 🙂  anyway…

nakiu aletna sai… lor seselemna kense ilor noga.  kal lor senona ter.  jien… entna sen malibeth, lor nona ter.  lor nona ke entna hai lorna iorkrio ene ilor ilim esto.  iment lor sefuranma.  lor semulona ilor lierith, kal lorna sek smi ene singhanwen u baso ur u bandwa kal alwen sen uhiera, gal… lor letherna ko lor beleona al lasewen kiuset yel.

lor nona folna ke u desino anan ilor ilim alna al Naenamolor Naeseneth ur arion bu u bendefel, kal nakiu embisowen ilor aviot… lor nithena lase mekiu esto.  gal lor nona ke lor suranma aoriel anan wanye elo Nae, kal lor kwaliadna u ugethan alna ke lorna seiarlen, takeriad bae lor feroer al Naenamolor Naeseneth talsim bu ilor bendel oman… kal lor nithena sekan… 🙂

dan folna, lor seselemna fon felithwen tem Naenamolor Naeseneth… lorna iglinyu urel ilor kinal kal lor seselemna kense…

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lor senona lokwe ilirna…

**nakiuna jae itakeshi ke lor kwedalwen nakiu ur ienglashera hai lor beleona kiufal ke lor selemna alet ene tem nakiu… kokwena kiufal methia?

**this is so important that i’m writing in english because i need someone i can talk to about this… is there someone out there?

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so i was listening to Air1, and Brant Hansen’s show was on.  i love Brant, he’s my favorite DJ ever, and i love it that i get to listen to him every day at work. 🙂  i’ve been listeing to his show for the entire time he’s been on Air1, over a year, he and Producer Sherri never fail to make me laugh out loud at least once a show. 🙂  however one day last week, something he said had a totally different effect that i never expected…

anyone who’s been listening to Brant’s show for any length of time would probably know that he’s pretty open about having Asperger’s syndrome.  i didn’t know anything about Asperger’s until just a few years ago when someone told me that the character Sheldon on the show “Big Bang Theory” had Asperger’s, and i had to look it up because i wasn’t familiar with it… or the show, for that matter.  every once in a while, he talks about it, especially when listeners either call in or message him online with questions about living with Asperger’s and how he handles it.  something always struck me as odd about the things he would say… all the things he would cite as symptoms of and problems stemming from Aspergers always made me scratch my head and wonder, “so what?  what’s the matter with that?  there’s nothing wrong with that, i do/think/say/etc. the exact same thing.”  there eventually came a point where i couldn’t help wondering what kinda crackpot doctor tried to tell him that there was anything wrong with him at all because he sounded perfectly normal to me.  people on the radio said the same things about him that people in my life say about me, even using the exact same words to describe him that people in my life use to describe me.  Brant sounded exactly like me… like he just openly is everything i usually do my best to hide about myself because i’m always worried people are gonna think i’m weird… and this started to make me think there was truly nothing wrong with him and that it was just some over-zealous doctor who wanted to feel like a hero and make some kinda diagnosis that raised the odds of someone being on the autism spectrum.

but one day, as i was listening, a lady messaged Brant about her son who has Asperger’s, wanting to know if her son’s refusal to admit to liking girls was an Asperger’s-related thing, and asking if Brant ever did the same when he was younger.  Brant read the message on the air, and went on to explain to this mother that yes, because of his Asperger’s, he was always ridiculously embarrassed to admit to being interested in a girl, and also that it made it near impossible for him to comprehend when a girl was flirting with him.  yet again, i stood there and said, “oh come on, ain’t nothin’ wrong with that, i did the same thing up until my mid-friggin’-twenties… i never ever admitted being interest in guys until Shaiyathon came along, and i can’t say i ever really did figure out that he was flirting with me until he asked me out…”  but then, all of a sudden, i started to wonder…

i wondered, “ya know, it’s really… coincidental?… how every single thing Brant has ever said about Asperger’s over the past year, every single thing every single time, applies to me…” and all of a sudden, all those Asperger’s-relating things that applied to me that had been accumulating for over a year started running back through my head like a DVD on fast-forward, and as they did, my stomach started to sink.  all of a sudden, a thought started to creep into my head.  all of a sudden, i thought something i’d never thought before.  the thought was so strong in my brain that i stopped, turned around, leaned on the work table, and stared straight down into it while the the words just came out of my mouth without even trying, “oh my gosh… i think i might have Asperger’s.”

it suddenly became hard to breathe, and my mind started spinning around in so many directions at once that i stood there for a good 10 minutes just staring into the table, trying so hard to wrap my brain around this thought that i found myself laughing and crying all the same time.  i tried not to let any of these fickle tears escape me in case the boss came back into the room and saw me, but it was no use, one got away.  i had to keep working, but how could i just ignore this psychological cement slab that just blasted into me?  i had to sort this out.

i began to think it would be ok if it was true because all of a sudden i’d have a reason for why i am the way i am, why i’m just so different from everyone else, and why i just can’t seem to get this “being social” thing right, no matter how much i learn or how hard i try.  but then again i thought that i don’t want it to be true because i don’t wanna have to have some excuse for why i am the way i am, and that there’s nothing wrong with being something different from the crowd.  but then again i thought that it would be ok if it was true because then maybe people would stop thinking that i’m just some kind of idiot or mental case for not fitting into the usual idea of social normalcy and that they’d stop pressuring me to do so and just let me be friggin’ me for once.  but then again i thought that i didn’t want it to be true because i don’t want people looking at me with this thing in the back of their minds that’s saying to them, “just let her go, she has Asperger’s,” and thinking that they have to look at me, talk to me, and think of me any differently than they would if i was normal… and having to deal with the stigma of people knowing that there’s something “different” about me and thinking of me as being mentally lesser because of it, despite an IQ tested at 150.  my brain was… and still is… violently torn between accepting it and refusing to accept it.  being unstably employed and having no health insurance, i can’t afford to go to a doctor to find out for sure.  i have no way to find out for sure at this point in my life, just the insurmountable evidence that’s been accumulating in the back of my mind over the past year until it just came crashing painfully down on top of me.

i prayed right then and there at the work table.  i slid down to my elbows on the table, put my head in my hands, and i said to God, “please, You gotta tell me.  do i or don’t i?”  but then as soon as i did, knowing God will tell me the truth, i found my brain going right back to the DVD on fast-forward, with all the pro’s and con’s flipping and flopping back and forth in my mind, and braced myself for another concrete slab.  He answered me… but not with what i expected to hear.  He said, “you don’t want to hear My answer right now.  you don’t want to know because you’re not ready to accept the answer, no matter which one it is.  you don’t want to have Asperger’s because you don’t want to feel like you’re mentally ill nor know other people think you are, but you also don’t want to not have Asperger’s because you don’t want there to be no excuse, or no reason for being what you call ‘strange.’  so you don’t want to hear My answer right now.”  and i knew in my heart that this was exactly true.  then He reminded me about all the people over the years that have told me all the things that are “wrong” with me, all the things that are problems about me, all the things that are abnormal about me that they think needed to be changed, and how they were pressuring me to change these things into what they thought it should be.   then He reminded me of when He said, “do NOT change who I created you to be to fit some image of what someone thinks you should be.  I’ll tell you what needs to change and how to change it, so don’t you change anything for anyone but Me.”

and as i just wrote that last paragraph, another thought is beginning to cross my mind right now:  if this is the case, then does it really matter whether i have Asperger’s or not?  if God created me to be a certain way for a certain purpose… and if you know me, you know exactly what that purpose is and how passionately i’ve been pursuing that purpose ever since i found out what it was… then is Asperger’s really going to make a difference?  as for the purpose God called me to, i say no, but i still can’t get past how it makes all the difference in the world to all the people in my life right now who’ve shown me nothing less than that they’ll never understand, empathize, or even sympathize, and that they’ll attach that negative stigma to me that will just shatter my heart into a million little pieces.

somebody talk to me.  please?  comment and tell me what you think.  i’m inviting you to be brutally honest with me right now: if you suddenly found out that one of your “quirky friends” was so because they had Asperger’s, what would your true opinon of them become at the point of such a revelation?  not the one you want them or the general public to believe you had, but the real one that you know in your heart you have.  what would you think?

entna iglinyu ur ilor noga…

lor seselemna fon ilirwen tem raweya anan u faleth.  iment lor nithena kwedal… gal ilor no el u tal falsha ilirna tem lor, lor rethiadna ke imlor erent tolyathe.  nakiuna ilor ilirwen gil u tal imlor erent iushatheler ur u feler, dan lor sejethelna sen ganel ilir isuaenli.

ienwil u faleth, lor nithena kwedal sen raweya tem sen nilek ke seselemna no ter setsha ur ila ilim alna u tal erent alna, dan la kyermana, ilerwen imla nae emone lokwe lasena ke efirwen rekset al lurdo.  lana ur sen avarija imareth, kal lana seveted ur u goliad, gal la selemna elea kal jena rekset ko la jethelna sen “rain el kwenat bervo.”  la tirithna u falsha ur ila ilim kal eleana kona erent rielutna kal aletna ila fuorole.  la iambilna lokiu falsha olorinma, lokiu falsha efirna u ugethansha, kal lokiu ugethansha la efireriath.  la rielirna senuronli, ur sen tal sek analek, gal anae merina imla alet lokwe lasewen.  la sejethelna sen rain el kwenat bervo, gal sen nethae ber iethriel ila kyerma, kal le aletna ol lor, emonewen kona nerel nala la ewena.  fol la ewena, la terathna rekset, kal ent gaielna ila ilim.

mekiu alna u raweya.  iment lor kwedalna?

lor lothorna… sefa… entna sen imbina el iorkrio kal seieryal.  lokwina entna, dos lor nona ke iment lor sefuranma. lor sefuranma kona lor lothorna esto.  lor nithena nakiu gaiel.  gal lor sefaranma lokwe lase.  kokwena jinsuim iraika en ilor ilim esto.  lor senona.  entna sen malibeth, lor nona lokwe alna iraika.  u vien alna ke lor senithena no, kal lor maresolna ke lor nithena ilir es lor aletnaiath ke lor senona, iment lor rethiadthe.  langya tiel, ilor lina ifierin ratheraer ol ilor sangthan… “lokwe rel jethelna, lokwe rel beleona, resket robothe kal karasthe.”  lorna iterith ke trefen nakiu sealna iriothan.  dem kokwena talsim sekan iervan.

ko lor kwedalerwen nakiu, lor lathraerwen u lina, “imlorel faihar, imlorel gol,” kal lor jenaer u linabeth, “relna ur ilor briasha, anavio, ansiawen irel nagal,” kal lor arioner ke nakiu kwan alna ilor ugethan… lor ansiawen ile nagal.  iment lor sejetheler ur sen wenya ro.  lor ilirna ke lor beleona nile ilo esto.  aried, lor ilirna ke ilor kwenat beleona iment lithir.

your thoughts?

sen lothoriad ianeth, lor ilirna…

seneth enen imerent nerel…

dan… imlor nae ilerer lase kiuset ke lor senitheyer lase… imlor le ilirer olyel sekseneth meri bu u bendel.  lor seilirna ke lor suranma imrel alet hiondel lor senithena lase mekiu.  ent alna sen bendel athriad, kal erent nithena lase sen jenswa dembiad, kal erent beleona dembekemsha… dan rel kwaliad lokwe iment nae ilirer lase.  su.

hai lor arioner irwethonli lokwe nae laseyerwen.  lor ilirerwen tem kona saiwenya lokwe lasena bu bendelsha alna tem lor, kal lor beriader es ilor loreth duhurer hai lor ilirna tem lokwe lor erielthe ur u bendel ento.  wenya nakiu, imlor nae nitheyer ilir tem u falsha bu u bendel, kal u falsha ke nithena u nam anan u dembekem neveri lor senithewen sekseneth al kokwe.  ensima arionwen nakiu, lor faraner lor suraner galendane ilor inersha kal gale langian u beleosha el u falsha.  lor seselemna ilir tem lokwe la mai lasena una alenta ke imlor bel efirna nithe imla faihar hai seyentna tem lor.

aith lor seselemer nidime ilirwen ke la mai ilir ke imla lor emubina kal imla lor nithena ershen, kal lether hale tem laiath inga aletweniath ke lor alna ikaivata el la.  imlor ilir nakiu efirna sek irutha.  gal nae aleter kiuset ke lor seilirer tem… le aleter, “asu?  es keshtu, olan rel aoriel uel la mejaina naela ilor indothen kal iambilna sueinli.”  sen tikoeil ingre neth ilor bivetesha.

elor iambilthe lokwe lasethe.

lor jethelna sen lothoriad…

lor jethelna sen lothoriad… kal mekiuna sai.  lor jethelna sen lothoriad.  ke lor seselemna narn.  entna sen lothoriad ko kiuset alna gena iliad.  gal lorna jae dibera ke lor seilirna lorna ur sen fel jena nae imlor aletwen.  lor nithena jena jae sek.  lor hamarwen nikwe, ilirwen tem fol lor kwadeler tem lende nakiu, irethienli vath banaisha noin, kal lor beriadna… lokwe laseyer?  lokwe laseyer ol lor?  kona lor athiler jae ivelod?  lokwe laseyer ol lor sealna sen “lokwe,” gal alna sen “godel.”  godel laseyer ol lor alna nerahaleth.  su, le.  lor faranma ur ilor loreth ko vien ke imlor nae aleter ke nerahaleth althe ilor ileth, gal le lathraer u ulweralet anan sekseneth kal iment le rethiader neveri u bethsha el nae.  fol lor seyeleaer iment nae avronwen, lor ilirna ke nakiuna fol lor heraer beriad es imlor nae bel namna ivienli.

nakiuna sen agwek ke lor beleona avron.  folna.

lor ilirerwen…

lor ilirerwen… faleth nakiu lor jetheler… lor rethiadna ke ent kwan alna sen aleni una orion idaenir.  oluth lor ilirna tem ent, kal sekanid lor ilirna, sekanid u raweya ueraekana, gaielna, alana.  ialvienli lor rethiadna ke ent kwan alna sen elitiad efaithed tem u kinal ianalek kal kona elor rielirna irwethonli vastien kona imelor nae nithena rielir… kal kona idaenir ent bel alna kwedal tem lokwe anae bel aletna, kal kona imelor le bel debana nerel?

ialvienli lor nithena lase nakiu, ivienli.  gal u tal lorna sinefino jethelwen falsha rielirna ol rekset lor lasena, irwethonli lor athilna iakesek el ilor noa.  dan sefa.