Welcome to ‘One of Its Legs are Both the Same’, a memoir by Mike Cavanagh, a.k.a. me.
‘Legs’ is my memoir of childhood and into my twenties through the mid 1950s to the late 1970s. It’s a reflection from someone who only recently got a diagnosis of high-functioning Autism Spectrum Disorder, a.k.a. Asperger’s. I’m in my 60s now and my memoir in part was driven by the question: “What the heck!?”, as in how did I get to be in my 60s before I knew?
What my memoir isn’t, is a deep, or even necessarily meaningful, analysis of my condition or what part that played in my growth to adulthood and beyond. It was fun to write, so I hope fun to read as well. Some parts were challenging, particularly having decided early on in writing ‘Legs’* that I would pull no punches on myself, i.e. honesty before ego-preservation.
Herewith, then, among these pages more about ‘Legs’, including how to buy a copy, some questions and answers, some relevant pics, a selection of reviews, some further interesting links and contact me stuff.
* – an inadvertant reference to Spike Milligan’s Puckoon, which by the way, you really should read.
More About ‘Legs’.
Do you know what makes you, you?
I thought I did, until a diagnosis of Asperger’s Syndrome in my sixties gave me pause to rethink who I thought I was, and how I got there.
‘One of Its Legs are Both the Same’ is my memoir of being, as my mum would say, different. It’s an intriguing and rollicking tale of the ‘hippie’ era of the early 1970s, featuring murderous rats, painfully low door lintels, angry spiders and a rabid duck. Forced to face demons of my own making, and finding guardian angels in unexpected places, I eventually found understanding of my life of difference amidst trauma, bizarre happenings (including being sexually molested by a glowing cat), serendipity and near misses, as well as beauty and much laughter.
Oh, and a lot of no sex.
‘One of Its Legs are Both the Same’ concerns the years of my life during the late 1960s and 1970s when I was in my late teens through to my twenties. It was a period when young Australians caught up with the American and British youth-led hippie ‘counter-culture’ ethos of ‘tune in, drop out’ and ‘love is all you need’ (along with your preferred mind-enhancing drug), just as it was showing signs of gasping its last flowery breaths.
The events and characters depicted centre on my shared experiences at ‘the cottage’, a close-set pair of small fruit-pickers’ cottages in Mittagong, New South Wales, Australia. Interspersed are earlier recollections of relevant, if at times irreverent, childhood events.
While my memoir is about my experiences as someone with Asperger’s, it doesn’t focus on or provide explanations based on my condition, but readers may do so if they choose. ‘Legs’ is an open and frank recount of what was happening at the time, with no attempt to pigeonhole either myself, my condition, or any particular event.