DC1346
Well-Known Member
Hello all! My name is David and I'm the chef instructor of a rural high school in Nevada. When I was 53 years of age (and teaching in Vegas), I was told that I'd be getting a new student who was a high performing autistic. Since I didn't know anything about autism, I read up on this and as I examined a listing of symptoms I found myself thinking, "Gosh ... that sounds like me."
I took a self diagnostic test and the test results suggested that I might be autistic and that I should seek out medical confirmation for a proper diagnosis ... so one year later I did and was not particularly surprised to learn that I'm in the high functioning ADS spectrum.
Instead of being upset, I found myself relieved to know that after all these years, there was actually a reason as to why I felt so uncomfortable in trying to conform to society's norms. I have never been socially outgoing and have long had issues with making and retaining friends. Since I am project oriented I have always preferred to work independently rather than as part of a group. Although I am attracted to women, I have had no interest in courtship, marriage, or even dating. Prior to this diagnosis, I could not figure out why I had commitment issues. Now that I know why I am the way I am, I've had a series of ah-hah moments and now realize that my problem with women has always been the very real fear that if I were to have a successful relationship, I would lose any opportunity I had for the solitude I need to emotionally recharge after having been out and about in a confusingly chaotic and stressful world.
My parents were regretfully not very patient with me. I have many childhood memories dating back to my time as an infant and toddler and I distinctly remember how my parents used to swat me every time I tried to spin or violently shake my head or flap my hands.
It is a great pity that they never saw fit to reward me or even praise me for things I got right. In retrospect I understand that while they might have described the way I was treated as "tough love," the reality is that today we would call such behavior "child abuse".
Since I was extremely clumsy as a young child, my father had me wear leg braces as a toddler. As a result of having to wear these braces, I missed the all important physical transition between knowing how to walk and learning how to run. Since I did not receive physical therapy after the leg braces came off, I did not learn how to properly run until I was ten.
You may perhaps imagine how demeaning it was to always be the last kid chosen to play on any team during recess or P.E. The constant rejection by my peer group did not encourage me to socialize and I became a reclusive introvert.
With this being said, I can still look back on my life with some degree of pride. This is my 26th year as a teacher and since I grew up without the benefit of any proper diagnosis or treatment, I evolved contingency scripts for dealing with nearly anything.
I have a Master's degree in Curriculum and Instruction and have a steady job. I own a home as well as a car. I even lived abroad for 17 years in Ghana, Thailand, El Salvador, Saudi Arabia, and Lebanon.
Rather than seek therapy to help me work around my limitations, I decided to embrace my diagnosis and to adopt the lifestyle choice of a reclusive introvert. A rather unkind person at another site suggested that I was using my condition as a scapegoat to justify my behavior. My response to this was, "So what?" Why should any of that matter? This may not have been the choice that others would have chosen ... but it's my life and this is the choice I have made for myself.
I feel nothing but RELIEF to know that there's a reason I'm uncomfortable with making friends and socializing. Rather than work with my therapist to develop better social skills, I have decided that outside of work, I really don't want to socialize at all.
I made it through most of 54 years without a diagnosis or therapy. I see no reason to adjust my personal life simply to conform to social expectations. I conform perfectly well while I am at work from 6 AM to 5 PM Monday through Friday, thank you very much ... and my time off work is my own to be shared with no one other than my three cats.
I have joined this site to learn more about my condition but have no interest in being lectured.
If you can accept me for the person I am, then well and good. As Temple Grandin is fond of saying, "I am different, BUT NOT LESS."
I took a self diagnostic test and the test results suggested that I might be autistic and that I should seek out medical confirmation for a proper diagnosis ... so one year later I did and was not particularly surprised to learn that I'm in the high functioning ADS spectrum.
Instead of being upset, I found myself relieved to know that after all these years, there was actually a reason as to why I felt so uncomfortable in trying to conform to society's norms. I have never been socially outgoing and have long had issues with making and retaining friends. Since I am project oriented I have always preferred to work independently rather than as part of a group. Although I am attracted to women, I have had no interest in courtship, marriage, or even dating. Prior to this diagnosis, I could not figure out why I had commitment issues. Now that I know why I am the way I am, I've had a series of ah-hah moments and now realize that my problem with women has always been the very real fear that if I were to have a successful relationship, I would lose any opportunity I had for the solitude I need to emotionally recharge after having been out and about in a confusingly chaotic and stressful world.
My parents were regretfully not very patient with me. I have many childhood memories dating back to my time as an infant and toddler and I distinctly remember how my parents used to swat me every time I tried to spin or violently shake my head or flap my hands.
It is a great pity that they never saw fit to reward me or even praise me for things I got right. In retrospect I understand that while they might have described the way I was treated as "tough love," the reality is that today we would call such behavior "child abuse".
Since I was extremely clumsy as a young child, my father had me wear leg braces as a toddler. As a result of having to wear these braces, I missed the all important physical transition between knowing how to walk and learning how to run. Since I did not receive physical therapy after the leg braces came off, I did not learn how to properly run until I was ten.
You may perhaps imagine how demeaning it was to always be the last kid chosen to play on any team during recess or P.E. The constant rejection by my peer group did not encourage me to socialize and I became a reclusive introvert.
With this being said, I can still look back on my life with some degree of pride. This is my 26th year as a teacher and since I grew up without the benefit of any proper diagnosis or treatment, I evolved contingency scripts for dealing with nearly anything.
I have a Master's degree in Curriculum and Instruction and have a steady job. I own a home as well as a car. I even lived abroad for 17 years in Ghana, Thailand, El Salvador, Saudi Arabia, and Lebanon.
Rather than seek therapy to help me work around my limitations, I decided to embrace my diagnosis and to adopt the lifestyle choice of a reclusive introvert. A rather unkind person at another site suggested that I was using my condition as a scapegoat to justify my behavior. My response to this was, "So what?" Why should any of that matter? This may not have been the choice that others would have chosen ... but it's my life and this is the choice I have made for myself.
I feel nothing but RELIEF to know that there's a reason I'm uncomfortable with making friends and socializing. Rather than work with my therapist to develop better social skills, I have decided that outside of work, I really don't want to socialize at all.
I made it through most of 54 years without a diagnosis or therapy. I see no reason to adjust my personal life simply to conform to social expectations. I conform perfectly well while I am at work from 6 AM to 5 PM Monday through Friday, thank you very much ... and my time off work is my own to be shared with no one other than my three cats.
I have joined this site to learn more about my condition but have no interest in being lectured.
If you can accept me for the person I am, then well and good. As Temple Grandin is fond of saying, "I am different, BUT NOT LESS."