Cloudbusting
Not your average chicken
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it's when your thoughts spark off into other thoughts, creating new links and ideas. Watching somone do this is why we get called butterfly minds sometimesNot just autistics mind you, it's just that we do it much more easily than other people - I can't see how it's hard to be honest, but other neurologies go on courses to be able to do lateral thinking and to open their minds a little.
Link upon link and fact upon fact and idea on idea and... until it propagates into a dendritic shape. If you could ever actually map it and if you could represent the cross links and cross fertilisations that occur naturally. And if it was 3D and, even when you moved on to something else, bits of your tree stay as a structure within your thoughts, ready for more leaps and twists.
Think of a Memory Palace where you turn a corner and discover whole wings for stuff you didn't know you had and as you examine them they propagate more floors and rooms and towers and turrets and... turn into Gormenghast.
Some of us struggle with how easy it is and we can get lost in it. Autistics who seem to be self absorbed and doing nothing in particular often are studying the connections between lace making, butterfly farms and the Severn Bore*
More of us experience mental and emotional vertigo as the net becomes so complex we can't express it outwith ourselves, or stop the relentlesss linking on to new ideas. It can be very distressing. See: behaviours in autistics, experienced by NTs as noisy, excluding and generally a Bad Thing.
That kid running around making yipping noises may well be struggling to quiet a mind and experience which feels like running up the down escalator while tethered to an elastic cord which threatens to pluck you off entirely and you know you must tread only on even numbered steps or your mother's heart will break and Jenny from school said this and you are sad becuase she steals your pencils which are so nice and you pat your tummy and rub your head while a scary man plays his trombone in your ears so that everything goes blurry with the noise and...
We can practice ways to control it, express it and use it as we wish. But it's very scary growing up because you don't realise that only a few people have the Tower of Babel in their head and most people can just get on with the day.
Does that sounds sort of familiar?
@Steven how well have I captured it?
*That came to me with links of honeycombs, bees, flocks and herds, murmurations and natural movement in fluids.
This was really interesting to read Frides. I don't have autism but I can identify with what you wrote in the first paragraph. Sometimes my mind works like this and I have to say that love it. It's not to say that I'm mentally dull at other times, but there's something about that frame of mind that is very... exciting and also satisfying(?) It does give me some food for thought about how autistic people experience the world though. If I were permanently in that state or a similar state, I imagine it would become overwhelming and exhausting.
It's so hard to truly put ourselves in others shoes and understand what makes each other 'tick'. It's only over the past few years that I have really started to understand and appreciate the breadth in which we all think. It probably sounds naive but let me explain an example. I was talking to my mother recently about how we respectively visualise. I was describing how, when I focus intensely on a memory or idea, it's as if my actual sight has gone and I'm there in my visualisation. It's almost a bit like when Harry Potter puts his head in the pensieve to watch a bottled memory. For her it's the exact opposite - she literally can't do this and she doesn't remember or imagine anything in this way. I was surprised because I think I'd assumed my experience was like everyone else's. I've since learnt about Hyperphantasia, and although I'm not convinced I have it in the most 'extreme' sense, I reckon I must be high up on the scale. It might explain why I have such vivid dreams.
