Hello,
I'll get one thing out of the way, first: I'm terrible at introductions, and talking about myself is one exercise I usually avoid. And as you will quickly see, once I do start, I tend to get carried away.
Anyway... I registered a few weeks ago, when I was up all night awaiting my diagnosis. After several years being pretty sure of my self-diagnosed Asperger's syndrom, I finally set the process in motion, and boy was that panic-inducing. For some reason (namely me picking up on a particular, meaningless word uttered by the doctor during our last session), I formed the idea that maybe I was wrong, would end up not on the spectrum, with a confirmation that nothing can account for my difference, and I'm just a mentally rigid asocial being.
Well, ASD is now officially confirmed, so I guess I can let go of that panic, now. I still get occasional "realizations" of my new tag that nearly bring me to tears, which I find very strange because even if the name is now set, it's not going to change me, my history or my challenges. If anything, it should help me find resources and hopefully some kind of accommodations at work, so I'm not sure why the overwhelming feeling. But I'm sure this will yield as things settle.
Overall, I was this very solitary kid, extremely quiet, just busy drawing or reading the dictionary. Apparently, adults found that I was a joy to babysit because you could literally put me in a corner with a volume from any encyclopedia and forget about me for hours. Other children pretty much kept me away or bullied me from kindergarten to high school, because they felt I was "a robot from another planet", and a know-it-all. Most teachers didn't like me because they thought my trouble with understanding instruction was an act that I put on on purpose, and because apparently adults don't like to be corrected in front of their class when they make mistakes, but as my mother would say every time they asked to meet her about my attitude: "Just avoid mis-stating things, because she will pick up on any mistake and won't let you get away with it."
I'm 33 now, and while I theoretically understand the inappropriateness of my behavior, I have a hard time understanding how letting something erroneous pass is more appropriate. Oh, well...
I tend to get fired from jobs a lot. And I always hear the same speech about how uneasy my other colleagues are around me, and how I have to be more social, make small talk with them, learn to multitask, stop being such a perfectionist, etc. You'd think I make entire companies come to a halt, yet I make efforts every single minute of every single day to try and fit in, to try to figure out what is socially expected of me, maybe the tiniest bit of chit-chat, and so on. It's draining. And it's just as disheartening knowing I try so hard, yet people insist I make no effort at all, but I'm at my maximum setting already.
I'm sorry this is getting so long, I still would like to keep it short, but we're already past that, aren't we?
On a more cheerful note, here are some of the things I like and centers of interest:
- Foreign languages
- Cats, especially mine (to the point I prefer have my cat sleep next to me than my boyfriend, oops)
- Airplanes, or flying in general, but for some reason I don't care about the laws of aerodynamics and such.
I like to read, but am very bad at understanding fiction or remembering it. I often joke that of all the books (fiction) I've read for school, college or my personal culture, I always remember so little that if I were to sum it up, it would go something like "So it's a story, and there's a man, and something happens but I can't recall what." I do like Kurt Vonnegut and Langston Hughes, but sadly I would need a notice to brush up on their work before discussing it.
I'm also the least well-versed person you can find in terms of movies. I don't recognize faces, so watching a movie is a total waste of time, because I will have no clue who is doing what. Occasionally I'll watch something to spend quality time with my boyfriend, who is a movie buff, and I tend to keep to myself that I haven't seen most of the landmarks in pop culture. I did understand and like Deadpool, though.
I think that's enough for now, and again I'm sorry I was so wordy. I'm really happy that this here seems to be an accepting space, at least from what I've read in other people's introduction and the subsequent welcome, so I'm really looking forward to that, and to maybe start feeling like I belong
I'll get one thing out of the way, first: I'm terrible at introductions, and talking about myself is one exercise I usually avoid. And as you will quickly see, once I do start, I tend to get carried away.
Anyway... I registered a few weeks ago, when I was up all night awaiting my diagnosis. After several years being pretty sure of my self-diagnosed Asperger's syndrom, I finally set the process in motion, and boy was that panic-inducing. For some reason (namely me picking up on a particular, meaningless word uttered by the doctor during our last session), I formed the idea that maybe I was wrong, would end up not on the spectrum, with a confirmation that nothing can account for my difference, and I'm just a mentally rigid asocial being.
Well, ASD is now officially confirmed, so I guess I can let go of that panic, now. I still get occasional "realizations" of my new tag that nearly bring me to tears, which I find very strange because even if the name is now set, it's not going to change me, my history or my challenges. If anything, it should help me find resources and hopefully some kind of accommodations at work, so I'm not sure why the overwhelming feeling. But I'm sure this will yield as things settle.
Overall, I was this very solitary kid, extremely quiet, just busy drawing or reading the dictionary. Apparently, adults found that I was a joy to babysit because you could literally put me in a corner with a volume from any encyclopedia and forget about me for hours. Other children pretty much kept me away or bullied me from kindergarten to high school, because they felt I was "a robot from another planet", and a know-it-all. Most teachers didn't like me because they thought my trouble with understanding instruction was an act that I put on on purpose, and because apparently adults don't like to be corrected in front of their class when they make mistakes, but as my mother would say every time they asked to meet her about my attitude: "Just avoid mis-stating things, because she will pick up on any mistake and won't let you get away with it."
I'm 33 now, and while I theoretically understand the inappropriateness of my behavior, I have a hard time understanding how letting something erroneous pass is more appropriate. Oh, well...
I tend to get fired from jobs a lot. And I always hear the same speech about how uneasy my other colleagues are around me, and how I have to be more social, make small talk with them, learn to multitask, stop being such a perfectionist, etc. You'd think I make entire companies come to a halt, yet I make efforts every single minute of every single day to try and fit in, to try to figure out what is socially expected of me, maybe the tiniest bit of chit-chat, and so on. It's draining. And it's just as disheartening knowing I try so hard, yet people insist I make no effort at all, but I'm at my maximum setting already.
I'm sorry this is getting so long, I still would like to keep it short, but we're already past that, aren't we?
On a more cheerful note, here are some of the things I like and centers of interest:
- Foreign languages
- Cats, especially mine (to the point I prefer have my cat sleep next to me than my boyfriend, oops)
- Airplanes, or flying in general, but for some reason I don't care about the laws of aerodynamics and such.
I like to read, but am very bad at understanding fiction or remembering it. I often joke that of all the books (fiction) I've read for school, college or my personal culture, I always remember so little that if I were to sum it up, it would go something like "So it's a story, and there's a man, and something happens but I can't recall what." I do like Kurt Vonnegut and Langston Hughes, but sadly I would need a notice to brush up on their work before discussing it.
I'm also the least well-versed person you can find in terms of movies. I don't recognize faces, so watching a movie is a total waste of time, because I will have no clue who is doing what. Occasionally I'll watch something to spend quality time with my boyfriend, who is a movie buff, and I tend to keep to myself that I haven't seen most of the landmarks in pop culture. I did understand and like Deadpool, though.
I think that's enough for now, and again I'm sorry I was so wordy. I'm really happy that this here seems to be an accepting space, at least from what I've read in other people's introduction and the subsequent welcome, so I'm really looking forward to that, and to maybe start feeling like I belong