Asperger's, to be precise. Nearly two years ago, I found out that I have Asperger's Syndrome, or high-functioning autism under the DSM V. This changed things. Someone had switched on a lightbulb and my Aspergic clumsiness lessened now that I was no longer groping in the dark. A lot of my habits were linked together, the reasons for my struggles became clear, a path towards gaining social skills unveiled itself, all that good stuff. Learning about Asperger's changed how I viewed myself, how I v
My name is Naina and I am a feminist. I am a feminist and I want a world where the word 'feminist' has no meaning. I want a world where I can be free to be girly, boyish or neutral. I do not want to be constrained by narrow stereotypes, for I am a person and not a paper depiction of a woman. I want to be free to unite different cultures in my personality and embrace what I feel it means to be a woman. I want to be loving and emotional, without being told to "man up". I want to be tough and str
Hi guys! So I recently published a book. It's about a psychic teen girl and her friends, or rather lack of. And this blog post is a plug for that. So yeah, it'd be really nice if you headed over to Amazon to buy it. It's my first book and I'm really excited about it. Except I'm a bit too shy and don't want to reveal personal details to all of BZP (no offense). So please PM me if you're interested. Yeah, yeah, I know, I need counseling for the contradictions of wanting to be known unde
[Naina] The only sensible thing to do in a chaotic situation is to take control of it. That's where I come in. Mom and Dad gave me "the talk" when we got home. No, not that talk. Not the one about growing up and becoming a teenager. That'd be too ordinary. I mean the talk about how "everything's alright, yes, everything's fine". The one we have every patch-up. The one we have every few weeks. I hate this uncertainty. I hate living in a house reeking of resent and neglect. Every night I lie awa
[Naina] I talk too much. You probably know this. It's a bit ironic: I believe people say too much yet I like talking. Thing is, when I talk, I don't give my secrets away. That's because I don't have any. It's also because I don't talk much. Most conversations seem to revolve around how I'm a conniving snake. That's why I'm writing this blog, I guess. To express myself if anyone wants to listen. Mom and Dad decided against breaking up. For the kid, they called it. Truth is, they couldn't stand
[Naina] I'm tough. I can take care of myself. Life didn't leave me much choice. Taking care of myself is my daily reality. It just gets a bit harder when six boys older than you gang up. They pounced on me as a pack of wolves. I'd told their girlfriends things they'd rather stayed secret. The girls hadn't liked what I said. I made sure of that. But they believed me. I made sure of that too. There went a few relationships. That wasn't my problem. Until half a dozen bigheads decided to make
[Naina] They never tell you the truth. Your parents, your teachers, everyone. They never tell you about the real world. "Tell the truth and trust in God," they said. "Everything will be okay," they said. They lied. They taught us to tell the truth, as we stood there, eager children in our fresh clothes stained by the grass. They taught us to trust each other. Why could no one trust me? Why did people hate it when I told the truth? I've always been able to see more than people told me. I coul
In my school, we have weekly Monday tests. Last week, they told us tomorrow was to be Chemistry - syllabus: Organic chemistry - Haloalkanes and Haloarenes. Nasty chapter. (Everytime a student studies organic chemistry, a duck somewhere dies.) So today, all day, I've been studying chemistry and feeling mentally ennervated. Now, at eight at night, I find out that it's actually physics tomorrow. (I didn't know because I had gone for a competition when the subject changed.) So basically, I'm wiped
[Naina] My name is Naina. I'm a twelve-year-old girl. I'm an American Born Confused Desi, or whatever they call it. I'm an only child and a seventh grader. And at the moment, I'm also furious. Mom and Dad are fighting downstairs. That wasn't my fault. Or was it? Whichever it is, it doesn't really matter. The main question is whether they'll split up. I can hear Mom screaming at Dad that she should never have married him - just what she says every other day. It's kinda monotonous. She shoul
I repeat, BMM Blog is go. As far as I can see, there are no rules saying you can't blog as characters from a story and three friends think it's a good idea so yeah, I'm going to be blogging as characters from my story - Behind My Mask. A cowsick friend thinks that it'll help me get into the heads of my characters. I'm just hoping I don't stay in Naina's head too long. Wait, what am I talking about? Naina is who I am. I -always- stay in her head. >< Yeah, see you around.
So here I am writing my first entry in a blog. Ever. Seriously, I've never had a blog before. Just wondering what to do with it. Man, the possibilities are endless. I could write reviews of songs I listen to, the books I read, the movies I see... (going to see the Dark Knight Rises tomorrow ) Or then I could mess around and make it a journal for Naina, Anne, Mike, Jason (characters of my story). That'd be fun. Not sure what to do with this, just think I'll do whatever takes my fancy at the momen
