Year of Being 50: Day 23: Special Interests and REALLY Special Interests
Most autistic people that I’ve come across (including in my own family) have various special interests that they’re into. I’m no different.
But I’ve learned that I have a couple of different types of special interests: those that I’m always interested in but am in no way an expert about, and those that always draw my attention no matter what.
This second category, whenever I see anything in it, I go, “Ooo,” and am often compelled to stop what I’m doing and study whatever it is. Sometimes I do deep dives in it. Thus either know a lot of facts about it or I just absorb it at every opportunity.
The first category I find interesting and enjoy spending time with, but am not always compelled to stop what I’m doing and pay attention to. Though I usually do. It’s just a less visceral reaction.
Some of my regular special interests include:
- Crafts, especially sewing, crochet, needlework
- Astronomy and space-related stuff
- Art in styles I like
- Mail/stamps/postal related things
- Residential architecture
Some of my REALLY special interests include:
- Jane Austen’s novels and some of the movie/miniseries adaptations
- Genealogy and my family history
- American history (especially social history)
- Residential floorplans
- Planners/organizational things/bags/containers
- Meteorology and clouds
I’ve had other special interests over the years that come and go. One early special interest that bordered on obsession (though I had very little to go on other than MTV because the internet didn’t exist yet) was Duran Duran. When I was 10-11, they were my biggest special interest. My love of Duran Duran was instrumental to us getting our first VCR (that I paid for half of, because I was a good saver).
But I digress.
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