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I ended up getting diagnosed by a medical professional after I was told that I couldn't read anyone's feelings or facial expressions properly, and the fact that I rarely ever look anyone in the eye.
My love for being alone was also seen as suspicious as well.. Do I regret the diagnosis? Absolutely not.
At least I figured out why I do things the way I do.
I relate to your story!I had heard of autism as a teenager and I remember seeing Temple Grandin back then describing what she did with animals (it is only now that I know her name, but I know it was her). I remember I was fascinated by the condition even back then, but it never occured to me that it could apply to me because all I had heard about autistic kids is they bang their heads against walls and I never did that. Instead, I was talking in complete sentences before I was 2 and reading by the time I was 3.
When I was bullied out of my job for the second time around four years ago, I was mostly trying to diagnose the person who had recently treated me that way, to figure out why he would do what he did to me but not to anyone else (it actually turned out he had treated someone else in a similar way but I didn't know it at the time - he had actually taken tasks from her and gave them to me so she resented me for it and I had no idea why she disliked me so much). I found he had traits of being a sociopath and some of the sources said that sociopaths seek out a particular personality type to be their victims.
Because I had a history of being bullied at school and elsewhere as well as at work, I started to see myself as having something that made bullies gravitate toward me. I looked further into it and the sources were really vague about it, but I found one that suggested that people with Asperger syndrome were often bullied. I then looked that up and found that I had already posted on the web describing Aspergers from the perspective of someone with the condition. I thought that was weird, because I certainly didn't remember posting something like that. Moreover, I had signed someone else's name. In case the previous sentences are confusing, the description I found was so close to the story of my life that it really could have been written by me. I was absolutely sure from then on that I had Aspergers. My mom begged me not to get diagnosed or mention it to anyone because of the stigma of having a "mental illness" and the resulting trouble I would have finding employment.
Now, just recently, I have been bullied out of yet another job, and in fact my entire career (the one I went to university for 16 years to get), and finally I have my diagnosis. I think I would have been better off to have got my diagnosis four years ago, but I didn't even know it was considered a disability. I don't think it is considered a disability in the country I previously lived in. As far as I'm concerned, for me it's only a disability because of the way people treat me. At least with all the shows about and celebrities with Aspergers these days, it is sufficiently "trendy" for my mom to accept that I have it, but she thinks that somehow if she b****es at me enough, I'll stop having some of the Asperger traits she finds so annoying.
Maybe four years ago I had the mother of all melt downs. (Didn't know it was a melt down, thought I'd lost my mind)
For 30 years I had been stumbling head first into depression.
Took the meds, had time off yet another job, felt better, went back to work.
Until I started asking why?
Why does it keep on happening?
To me depression is a way of signaling I need to change something.
I changed my recovery method.
During my research I practically lived in the DSM, even joined a site for people with mental illness thinking I was mentally ill.
It was only when I started pissing the mentally ill off and just not seeing things from their point of view and not understanding why they'd taken offense I started to look further. (Not that it suprised me, I just thought people going through a rough time themselves would be more accepting ... apparently not)
I came across something online written by a female Aspie -as a means to rule out yet another possibility.
I'm not sure I could speak for two days straight after reading it.
I was gob-smacked.
Read more about it, thought 'surely not'
Read more
And more
And even more and though holey moley !!!!