Imagine trying to make sense of a world when you live within a bubble?  People know you are around but yet you do not think and act in the same ways that they do.  You have the same appearance but yet your own brain is wired differently and the way you process information and respond to others often makes people confused. Sometimes you may not even know that you may or may not have offended them. 

I can remember my early years to when I first started pre school.  I remember seeing the preschool room and surrounds and not making any real sense of it. Why was I here?  Why are their small towels and objects around which I cannot understand.  In my book which I have just self published I mention the socialisation process that is identified with toys.  Boys have small trucks, scooters, and fireman’s helmet whereas girls have dolls, tea sets, and mirrors.  I remember seeing such objects but at a young age I could not place a name to them but I knew they existed.  I found such toys involved a use but for me I could never really understand what the use was exactly.  In preschool the teachers raised concerns to my mother (who will be just turning 70 on 5 May 2011) of their concerns that I was not playing or interacting with other children.  In their words “Garry just seems to exist in a world of his own”.  Such concerns were carried throughout my school life.  I did not perform well at school but primary school was more bearable than high school.  I did have very few kind of friends in primary school.  However, I spent vast periods of time in my own company.  I just struggled to interact at all and yet I relied on my imagine and I talked to myself.  I imagined myself as being a person an older age whom I could confide in.  I tried to jettison talking to myself but was never successful and I still even do this today.  Throughout primary school I sat on the school verandah on my own and my parents had concern as to why I was doing this.  They approached the school to try and find a buddy system but what they did not realize was that I was dealing with the sensory issues and over stimulation of the school yard.  My ears were super sensitive which they still are today and high pitched or loud sounds just sent me into some kind of sensory reaction.  This would be a feeling of confusion and or disorientation.  Within primary school I had lots of days off school and I just could not understand the school system. Why was I there?  Why do I have to learn all of this information which I find of no use and try to play with other children when I did not understand their games or the way they both thought and behaved?  Primary school was overall a period of confusion and survival on my own strength.