Naturally, in short order I was promoted - twice. Wow, did it work - as my fellow Asperger’s sufferer John Elder Robison echoes in his great recent book on the subject, Switched On. I had new energy for reading, and the reason for that is simple…Īfter my Mom died, my doc gave me a long session of trans-cranial magnetic brain stimulation, to get me up and running from out of my deep blue funk. So I wolfed this one down - all 1400 dense pages of it - at work, and in our high rise apartment, in about four days. It was a year marred by the market-slavery of Reaganomics, but back then I just didn’t care.Ĭause I played Freddy Mercury to the rabid Me Generation that surrounded me on all quarters, for:Īnd all I read on lunch hour in my unfriendly workplace Stress Farm was pure, unadulterated escapism that year - and it would take quite a while before I was once again ready for heavyweight reading. This first choice of books may sound strange to my GR friends, but that was just ME that year. My Mom had recently passed away, and I had been treated for my resultant depression with electromagnetic brain stimulation. I gorged my famished literary appetite on this one in the spring of 1982.
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