Aspergers, Inside Looking Out
John Oscar Atkinson*
Social Worker, The Wild Primrose, California, USA
- Corresponding Author:
- John Oscar Atkinson
Social Worker, The Wild Primrose
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Received Date: January 21, 2016; Accepted Date: January 25, 2016; Published Date: January 30, 2016
Citation: Atkinson JO (2016) Aspergers, Inside Looking Out. Int J Sch Cog Psychol 3:159. doi:10.4172/2469-9837.1000159
Copyright: © 2016 Atkinson JO. This is an open-access article distributed under the terms of the Creative Commons Attribution License, which permits unrestricted use, distribution, and reproduction in any medium, provided the original author and source are credited.
Standing in line for the bathroom, I recited the ABCs. My mother was shocked because she’d never heard anything come from my threeyear- old mouth other than the curse words I had learned from my father. I was as surprised as she was. The letters flowed off my tongue like water from a spigot. With three older siblings, I must have heard them recite the alphabet. I never thought of letters before because my mind was always focused on playing outdoors. I would walk up our old dirt road to the Armory about an eighth of a mile away and ask Skippy for a nickel to buy a Coke. In shock he asked, “Where’s your mother, boy?” My mom wasn’t a watchful person and I was an out of control child who couldn’t sit still for more than five seconds. Mom said only God could watch over me and I believed her.