![]() 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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