CC Witch
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Hi! I'm just trying to share my situation with people who might actually understand it.
I'm a 26 years old female. About a year ago I casually overheard a radio show about ASD in girls and how it manifests really different than in boys. It was weird, but I could really see myself in what they were describing. I felt almost as if they were talking about my child self.
Previously, I had had all sorts of alternate explanations for some traits. I used to believe that I had self-taught myself to read at an early age because I was smart. I used to believe that my social awkwardness, my inability to make and keep friends and to play normally with other kids was derived from the fact that I had been an only child, and also overprotected by my parents. It was like so obvious: "Duh, my parents didn't want me to play with anyone and would hardly allow me to visit other children's homes. That's why". I used to believe that my lack of coordination, my poor physical skills and some difficulties I have up to date following verbal instructions related to space or directions were also because my parents had overprotected me and because they didn't allow me to crawl as a baby.
Other things such as my obsession with world's flags and my habit of collecting advertising and deposit slips from different banks... I thought that was only because I had always been a little eccentric.
At that moment I was listening to another explanation that seemed to encompass all those subtle abnormalities.
But the trait that puzzled me the most was hearing that girls in the spectrum can appear really good at social interactions because they mimic others. I had previously realized something that I hadn't been willing to admit: I have a strong tendency towards imitating my husband whenever I'm with him: I copy his gestures, his word usage, his manners, his patterns of speech. I can't help it.
I didn't give a lot of importance to the radio show, but I did keep thinking about the imitation thing. I started to observe myself more and to remember that I actually have mimicked all the people I've been closest to. Whenever I really feel like I can "connect" with someone, and I like that person, I mimic them and everything flows. It feels like a real interaction in which I feel comfortable. But, whenever I fail to understand the other's speech patterns, I can't mimic them and I delve into my primary awkwardness.
As I became aware of this, I thought "Well, maybe I do secretly have ASD". But then again, didn't conduct more research or give it a lot of importance.
Then, a couple of weeks ago, I went to visit my parents. I no longer live in the same city as they do, and the relationship with them has been somewhat difficult in the last ten years. I guess, as I mentioned before, I always held them responsible for overprotecting me and not allowing me to be at equal conditions with my peers, which I always thought was the reason why "I was different". That has been the root of a lot of problems that we've faced.
So, I went to visit and the eternal topic of our eternal problems came up and suddenly my mom asked me if I knew what Asperger syndrome was. I said yes. She said she suspected I have it and I said: "Well, I slightly suspect it too".
They offered to pay for a private evaluation if I was willing to get diagnosed.
I remember having a lot of discussions with my parents when I was still living with them, especially with my mom, which is the most emotional. Usually, she would confront me about having done something "wrong" and she would try to explain how I had made her feel. At first, I would try to rationally expose my version of the story. As I failed to give her an emotional/empathic response, she would start to get frustrated. She would cry and sometimes shout. I would freeze, especially if she was shouting. I would sink into an emotional blockage and end up not knowing what the hell to feel/respond/say. Then she would say I didn't have any empathy, sometimes she'd say I was a sociopath.
So, somehow, my parents had come to the conclusion that ASD would actually better explain those episodes. And, in general, my impaired empathy, my mimicking (they've been noticing that for years), my failure to stick to one job for more than a year despite being highly intelligent, my failure to keep friendships, to show sympathy when someone is in pain, my high sensitivity to light and textures in the food, my inability to stay quiet in a chair and to keep my fingers not playing/making noises with whichever object I can find on the table, etc.
I accepted to get the evaluation. I went to the sessions with a neuropsychologist, all in the week I spent with my parents in their city. I would say I did it carelessly. Like "yeah, let's find out, why not?" I wouldn't say I did my previous research, thought about it a lot or actually build my case with examples and evidence. Everything was quite fast for me to process it.
Also, the neuropsychologists didn't ask me a lot of things. We went through the cognitive tests, the Minnesota test and a couple of Asperger questionnaires for me and my parents. That was all.
It was until after finishing the assessments and coming back home that everything started to hit me. Was I really waiting for a diagnose about possibly having ASD? In which moment this had become so real?
I began to compulsively research and think and relive episodes of my life that would fit with the possible diagnosis. Others I find that don't fit. And I mainly feel lost and confused because:
1. I fear I didn't give the neuropsychologist enough information. Plus I'm an adult and I'm female and I mimic and I seem to be coping well with life in my own terms (self-employment, marriage with a man that has a lot of Aspie traits himself, I've turned my obsession for words and foreign languages in my source of income, etc.) So, what if she misdiagnoses me?
2. I fear a positive diagnosis. I fear that would force me to reinterpret my whole life and I certainly don't want that emotional stress.
3. I fear a negative diagnosis because, now that I have researched all this and thought about everything and found me a lot of traits... if she tells me I'm not an Aspie, then why the **** am I so weird?
4. Since I seem to have a lot of abnormalities, then, what if she diagnoses me with something different and scary?
So the waiting is killing me and I haven't been able to function properly. And I really don't know how to calm myself through this process.
I'm a 26 years old female. About a year ago I casually overheard a radio show about ASD in girls and how it manifests really different than in boys. It was weird, but I could really see myself in what they were describing. I felt almost as if they were talking about my child self.
Previously, I had had all sorts of alternate explanations for some traits. I used to believe that I had self-taught myself to read at an early age because I was smart. I used to believe that my social awkwardness, my inability to make and keep friends and to play normally with other kids was derived from the fact that I had been an only child, and also overprotected by my parents. It was like so obvious: "Duh, my parents didn't want me to play with anyone and would hardly allow me to visit other children's homes. That's why". I used to believe that my lack of coordination, my poor physical skills and some difficulties I have up to date following verbal instructions related to space or directions were also because my parents had overprotected me and because they didn't allow me to crawl as a baby.
Other things such as my obsession with world's flags and my habit of collecting advertising and deposit slips from different banks... I thought that was only because I had always been a little eccentric.
At that moment I was listening to another explanation that seemed to encompass all those subtle abnormalities.
But the trait that puzzled me the most was hearing that girls in the spectrum can appear really good at social interactions because they mimic others. I had previously realized something that I hadn't been willing to admit: I have a strong tendency towards imitating my husband whenever I'm with him: I copy his gestures, his word usage, his manners, his patterns of speech. I can't help it.
I didn't give a lot of importance to the radio show, but I did keep thinking about the imitation thing. I started to observe myself more and to remember that I actually have mimicked all the people I've been closest to. Whenever I really feel like I can "connect" with someone, and I like that person, I mimic them and everything flows. It feels like a real interaction in which I feel comfortable. But, whenever I fail to understand the other's speech patterns, I can't mimic them and I delve into my primary awkwardness.
As I became aware of this, I thought "Well, maybe I do secretly have ASD". But then again, didn't conduct more research or give it a lot of importance.
Then, a couple of weeks ago, I went to visit my parents. I no longer live in the same city as they do, and the relationship with them has been somewhat difficult in the last ten years. I guess, as I mentioned before, I always held them responsible for overprotecting me and not allowing me to be at equal conditions with my peers, which I always thought was the reason why "I was different". That has been the root of a lot of problems that we've faced.
So, I went to visit and the eternal topic of our eternal problems came up and suddenly my mom asked me if I knew what Asperger syndrome was. I said yes. She said she suspected I have it and I said: "Well, I slightly suspect it too".
They offered to pay for a private evaluation if I was willing to get diagnosed.
I remember having a lot of discussions with my parents when I was still living with them, especially with my mom, which is the most emotional. Usually, she would confront me about having done something "wrong" and she would try to explain how I had made her feel. At first, I would try to rationally expose my version of the story. As I failed to give her an emotional/empathic response, she would start to get frustrated. She would cry and sometimes shout. I would freeze, especially if she was shouting. I would sink into an emotional blockage and end up not knowing what the hell to feel/respond/say. Then she would say I didn't have any empathy, sometimes she'd say I was a sociopath.
So, somehow, my parents had come to the conclusion that ASD would actually better explain those episodes. And, in general, my impaired empathy, my mimicking (they've been noticing that for years), my failure to stick to one job for more than a year despite being highly intelligent, my failure to keep friendships, to show sympathy when someone is in pain, my high sensitivity to light and textures in the food, my inability to stay quiet in a chair and to keep my fingers not playing/making noises with whichever object I can find on the table, etc.
I accepted to get the evaluation. I went to the sessions with a neuropsychologist, all in the week I spent with my parents in their city. I would say I did it carelessly. Like "yeah, let's find out, why not?" I wouldn't say I did my previous research, thought about it a lot or actually build my case with examples and evidence. Everything was quite fast for me to process it.
Also, the neuropsychologists didn't ask me a lot of things. We went through the cognitive tests, the Minnesota test and a couple of Asperger questionnaires for me and my parents. That was all.
It was until after finishing the assessments and coming back home that everything started to hit me. Was I really waiting for a diagnose about possibly having ASD? In which moment this had become so real?
I began to compulsively research and think and relive episodes of my life that would fit with the possible diagnosis. Others I find that don't fit. And I mainly feel lost and confused because:
1. I fear I didn't give the neuropsychologist enough information. Plus I'm an adult and I'm female and I mimic and I seem to be coping well with life in my own terms (self-employment, marriage with a man that has a lot of Aspie traits himself, I've turned my obsession for words and foreign languages in my source of income, etc.) So, what if she misdiagnoses me?
2. I fear a positive diagnosis. I fear that would force me to reinterpret my whole life and I certainly don't want that emotional stress.
3. I fear a negative diagnosis because, now that I have researched all this and thought about everything and found me a lot of traits... if she tells me I'm not an Aspie, then why the **** am I so weird?
4. Since I seem to have a lot of abnormalities, then, what if she diagnoses me with something different and scary?
So the waiting is killing me and I haven't been able to function properly. And I really don't know how to calm myself through this process.
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