LittleLemon
Well-Known Member
Hey everyone. I've lurked for several months, and I decided to introduce myself. For some reason, I get anxious knowing several people will be reading something I wrote. It's always been unnerving!
Anyway, I am a 31 year old female with 3 children. I am getting an ASD assessment at the end of November, and I'm both relieved and nervous. My daughter (6) had an ASD diagnosis in April though now that I know what ASD is, it was glaringly obvious when she was an infant and I recognize similar symptoms when I was her age. My oldest son also has SPD. What took so long for my daughter's diagnosis despite so many people voicing concern was the fact that she was so like me and I'm fine...right? Well, no. Now that I think about it, my life has been a constant struggle with sensory issues, coordination, humiliation, being socially ostracized, being the bizarre girl, severe anxiety, wrong diagnoses, uncontrollable obsessions, frustrating insomnia, private and public (I cringe at those) meltdowns, sensitivity to medication to the point that I can't take much more than Tylenol, etc. Through forcing myself to join a book club, I met a few people whom I can call friends, but there seems to be a mental block and I can't ever seem to get that close to them. I can't seem to bridge the gap to a deeper friendship which I crave so much.
I just want to find a community I can belong.
Thanks for reading if you got this far
~L
Anyway, I am a 31 year old female with 3 children. I am getting an ASD assessment at the end of November, and I'm both relieved and nervous. My daughter (6) had an ASD diagnosis in April though now that I know what ASD is, it was glaringly obvious when she was an infant and I recognize similar symptoms when I was her age. My oldest son also has SPD. What took so long for my daughter's diagnosis despite so many people voicing concern was the fact that she was so like me and I'm fine...right? Well, no. Now that I think about it, my life has been a constant struggle with sensory issues, coordination, humiliation, being socially ostracized, being the bizarre girl, severe anxiety, wrong diagnoses, uncontrollable obsessions, frustrating insomnia, private and public (I cringe at those) meltdowns, sensitivity to medication to the point that I can't take much more than Tylenol, etc. Through forcing myself to join a book club, I met a few people whom I can call friends, but there seems to be a mental block and I can't ever seem to get that close to them. I can't seem to bridge the gap to a deeper friendship which I crave so much.
I just want to find a community I can belong.
Thanks for reading if you got this far
~L