International Journal of School and Cognitive Psychology
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Abstract

Aspergers, Inside Looking Out

John Oscar Atkinson

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.