On the Inside
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I have been piecing together my journey towards being diagnosed Aspie and am trying to determine at what point (roughly speaking) my blissful ignorance turned to denial. I'm interested in looking at the process of how I went from ignorance and denial, towards understanding and acceptance.
I'll explain a little.
Long ago, I knew I was different than my friends (mostly a bunch of misfits and oddballs) very different from "normal" people, and downright clueless that this was because of some neurological difference. I just thought I was "different" and all was good. Well, not really, I struggled with things even my weirdo friends seemed to be able to navigate, like college, relationships, moving on to higher paying work, moving to parts of the country where they were happier, that sort of thing. But still, I just thought I was different, and kept the idea alive that I was working towards bigger things, my happiness, eventually I would find love.
Then I started to feel left out, left behind, even some of my old friends were beginning to think I was a bit strange. I wasn't finding happiness, wasn't progressing in a career, was still living in my home town, even though my interests would be better explored elsewhere. Instead of questioning why, I doubled down on my positions and got really stuck in a rut, but refused to see that something was wrong. My mental state was spiraling down, but I tried hard to pretend that I had things under control.
Then my anxiety got the best of me, I was not just struggling, I was failing. So I finally sought the help of a therapist, and after four years of chasing after answers was diagnosed with Aspergers, and started to get my anxiety treated.
I can't quite see where I transitioned from that ignorant bliss to denial; what made things go from different but happy, to weird, unhappy and in denial. It is a good thing it happened, because it was the start of me working towards recognition, diagnosis and acceptance of who I really am.
For better or worse, this leaves me in my late forties beginning anew, with a better understanding of myself, a clearer picture of my life and how it has unfolded, great compassion and forgiveness of my old self, who really gave himself a beating he didn't deserve. And along with that, hopefully, the ability to make the best of what I have left.
Has anyone else been able to chart their progress along the path out of ignorance and denial towards understanding and acceptance?
I'll explain a little.
Long ago, I knew I was different than my friends (mostly a bunch of misfits and oddballs) very different from "normal" people, and downright clueless that this was because of some neurological difference. I just thought I was "different" and all was good. Well, not really, I struggled with things even my weirdo friends seemed to be able to navigate, like college, relationships, moving on to higher paying work, moving to parts of the country where they were happier, that sort of thing. But still, I just thought I was different, and kept the idea alive that I was working towards bigger things, my happiness, eventually I would find love.
Then I started to feel left out, left behind, even some of my old friends were beginning to think I was a bit strange. I wasn't finding happiness, wasn't progressing in a career, was still living in my home town, even though my interests would be better explored elsewhere. Instead of questioning why, I doubled down on my positions and got really stuck in a rut, but refused to see that something was wrong. My mental state was spiraling down, but I tried hard to pretend that I had things under control.
Then my anxiety got the best of me, I was not just struggling, I was failing. So I finally sought the help of a therapist, and after four years of chasing after answers was diagnosed with Aspergers, and started to get my anxiety treated.
I can't quite see where I transitioned from that ignorant bliss to denial; what made things go from different but happy, to weird, unhappy and in denial. It is a good thing it happened, because it was the start of me working towards recognition, diagnosis and acceptance of who I really am.
For better or worse, this leaves me in my late forties beginning anew, with a better understanding of myself, a clearer picture of my life and how it has unfolded, great compassion and forgiveness of my old self, who really gave himself a beating he didn't deserve. And along with that, hopefully, the ability to make the best of what I have left.
Has anyone else been able to chart their progress along the path out of ignorance and denial towards understanding and acceptance?