Hello.
About six years ago I was diagnosed as a very high functioning autistic, both Asperger's and PDD-NOS. This was at the age of 60. It was because a counselor at a job finding class noticed I never made eye contact and arranged to have me checked. I was both shocked and relieved. This explained so much of my life. I always knew I was different. I never had friends (as I understand the concept), I was always ostracized from social activities, and human interaction was a confusing blank. The pain of loneliness made me suicidal by age 9, only (obviously) there was nobody to try to talk about it. Somehow, at least a dozen psychiatrists, psychologists, therapists and counselors never noticed or caught on, yet it is all so obvious in retrospect.
I have come to terms with the diagnosis and accept it, and understand much of how it affects my life now. What I have trouble with is how not having been diagnosed at an earlier age has turned my life into a never ending string of pain, suicide, and failure.
I chose the title here of Shamar. It is an old Turkish term meaning "a slap on the face," as in a challenge to a duel. It is a reflection of how I see society has treated me, and my way of defiance to it. I'm hoping to find some insight here.
About six years ago I was diagnosed as a very high functioning autistic, both Asperger's and PDD-NOS. This was at the age of 60. It was because a counselor at a job finding class noticed I never made eye contact and arranged to have me checked. I was both shocked and relieved. This explained so much of my life. I always knew I was different. I never had friends (as I understand the concept), I was always ostracized from social activities, and human interaction was a confusing blank. The pain of loneliness made me suicidal by age 9, only (obviously) there was nobody to try to talk about it. Somehow, at least a dozen psychiatrists, psychologists, therapists and counselors never noticed or caught on, yet it is all so obvious in retrospect.
I have come to terms with the diagnosis and accept it, and understand much of how it affects my life now. What I have trouble with is how not having been diagnosed at an earlier age has turned my life into a never ending string of pain, suicide, and failure.
I chose the title here of Shamar. It is an old Turkish term meaning "a slap on the face," as in a challenge to a duel. It is a reflection of how I see society has treated me, and my way of defiance to it. I'm hoping to find some insight here.
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