Hello all,
50 years old. Self-diagnosed with Asperger’s at 35. I’m married 20 years and have children. Good job for 30+ years. I got so good at hiding my ‘difficulties’ that I don’t know what parts are actually me, and what parts of me are really just the costume I wear to fit into society. I’m really good at fitting in, and there’s always alcohol for the harder times.
I haven’t figured out if my wife is a saint or a lunatic, but she has helped me every day since we met (I’m leaning towards Saint). But I’m exhausted. The costume gets heavier every day and I wish I could just take it off sometimes and relax. I’m finally understanding that I’m not ‘strange’ or ‘bad’…. just not like most people. Metaphorically, I want to take off all of the layers of makeup and run around in my underwear. I finally feel like I can be myself because I know now that I’m on the spectrum (instead of just feeling scared and confused all day), but I don’t even know who I am. And that makes me scared, confused, and completely exhausted.
50 years old. Self-diagnosed with Asperger’s at 35. I’m married 20 years and have children. Good job for 30+ years. I got so good at hiding my ‘difficulties’ that I don’t know what parts are actually me, and what parts of me are really just the costume I wear to fit into society. I’m really good at fitting in, and there’s always alcohol for the harder times.
I haven’t figured out if my wife is a saint or a lunatic, but she has helped me every day since we met (I’m leaning towards Saint). But I’m exhausted. The costume gets heavier every day and I wish I could just take it off sometimes and relax. I’m finally understanding that I’m not ‘strange’ or ‘bad’…. just not like most people. Metaphorically, I want to take off all of the layers of makeup and run around in my underwear. I finally feel like I can be myself because I know now that I’m on the spectrum (instead of just feeling scared and confused all day), but I don’t even know who I am. And that makes me scared, confused, and completely exhausted.