ApocalypsePlease
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Hello. I was diagnosed Aspergers a few months ago. I'm 25.
Ever since, I've been looking back over my life and it's all made a great deal more sense and I've found it easier to forgive myself.
I first suspected it when I was 12, and I read a book called the Speed of Dark, which is about an autistic man who was weighing up whether to undergo a revolutionary procedure that would erase his autistic qualities. It was my first proper exposure to the concept of the autism spectrum. I noticed there were a lot of things I could relate to from the characters in that book. I never once felt uncomfortable about my affinity. Rather, I felt relieved, like, finally, some people I could relate to.
The next year, I started exploring the internet. On a forum, there was a link to an Aspergers test. I took it and ranked surprisingly high, to the point it recommended I consult a specialist. I didn't take it too seriously at first, since it was an online test, but it turned out to be a proper diagnostic self-examination tool.
Fixation on patterns and numbers... atypical experiences of empathy... socially out of step... and physically too.
Spontaneous strange accent and unique intonation. Difficulty controlling frustration and tendency to explode or rage. Tendency to not get otherwise overexcited about things. Difficulty following or grasping other people's protocols. Obsessive tendencies and hyperfocus. Creatively talented. It all fit.
That was interesting, but I didn't pursue it. Over my adolescence, I met quite a few people who were somewhere on the autistic spectrum, and it always stood out more than it did for me. Almost everyone agrees I'm an unusual person; whether they've meant that well depends on how interesting they are themselves. But very few have ever pegged I might be Aspergers. Apparently my mum knew since I was born, and she's the one who eventually brought it up. The psychiatrist told me I was a high-functioning case.
Good to meet you all.
Ever since, I've been looking back over my life and it's all made a great deal more sense and I've found it easier to forgive myself.
I first suspected it when I was 12, and I read a book called the Speed of Dark, which is about an autistic man who was weighing up whether to undergo a revolutionary procedure that would erase his autistic qualities. It was my first proper exposure to the concept of the autism spectrum. I noticed there were a lot of things I could relate to from the characters in that book. I never once felt uncomfortable about my affinity. Rather, I felt relieved, like, finally, some people I could relate to.
The next year, I started exploring the internet. On a forum, there was a link to an Aspergers test. I took it and ranked surprisingly high, to the point it recommended I consult a specialist. I didn't take it too seriously at first, since it was an online test, but it turned out to be a proper diagnostic self-examination tool.
Fixation on patterns and numbers... atypical experiences of empathy... socially out of step... and physically too.
Spontaneous strange accent and unique intonation. Difficulty controlling frustration and tendency to explode or rage. Tendency to not get otherwise overexcited about things. Difficulty following or grasping other people's protocols. Obsessive tendencies and hyperfocus. Creatively talented. It all fit.
That was interesting, but I didn't pursue it. Over my adolescence, I met quite a few people who were somewhere on the autistic spectrum, and it always stood out more than it did for me. Almost everyone agrees I'm an unusual person; whether they've meant that well depends on how interesting they are themselves. But very few have ever pegged I might be Aspergers. Apparently my mum knew since I was born, and she's the one who eventually brought it up. The psychiatrist told me I was a high-functioning case.
Good to meet you all.
