atomicgypsy
Active Member
Hello. I am new here. I really need some advice and help. I will try not to subject you to a novella, as I have a tendency to ramble on at times.
I was misdiagnosed several years ago - first they said Bipolar, then PTSD or even severe PMS (really? are you kidding me?)
I have been reading and thinking and have come to the conclusion that all these years of struggle are due to my having Aspberger's. I came across Tania Marshall's blog post : Aspienwomen: Adult Women with Asperger Syndrome. Moving towards a female profile of Asperger Syndrome | taniaannmarshall
and just about fell out of my chair. I tell you true, my jaw was hanging open and tears were streaming down my face as I was reading that list. I just couldn't believe it. I was elated. Finally! This is it. This explains it all! I was frantic. Frantic to shout this out to the world. I'm struggling to tell you how good, how happy I felt. I was so excited. Was looking for confirmation, congratulations.
Does that make sense?
Made sense to me. Then. I made the mistake of telling my husband. No joy. He brushed it aside. He didn't want to hear it. Didn't want to discuss. You must understand, my husband is a very good man and loves me and doesn't think there is anything wrong with me (most of the time, the other times he attributes my 'behaviour' to my being of the female persuasion and dismisses it), he wasn't cruel, just changed the subject.
So. I talked with my niece who works with disabled and folks with autism. She has no education, is just a companion for people. She blew me off, too. Oh, auntie, no no, you don't have the symptoms.
So. I told my sister. One of her first responses was to bring up the guy that shot all those people..."Isn't that what he has?". ouch. No joy or support for me there, sorry. Again, you don't act like one of THOSE people.
NExt...told Mom. NO way, not hearing it, not having it. Can't be. I tried to explain and point out the details. "No, honey, now you just don't worry about it, you are doing great!".
What my family doesn't know and doesn't understand is that at 44 years old, one can become quite adept at hiding everything. I am that good, yes I am, but I am dying inside. I can socialize for a little while and fake it and get along but I don't even know if I know how to love or feel close to someone. Trust? What the hell is that? Trust someone? Nope, aint happenin'.
Why, Mom, did you not notice that I had no close friends in school? That I didn't participate in anything. That I would do anything to get out of going to school? That I came home crying? That I cried all the time? Why didn't anyone in my family notice how weird I was? I was smart, scary smart - but I couldn't do math. I couldn't finish things. I didn't fit in and was in agony for 12 years. I dropped out of high school in my senior year.
I've been floating in limbo except when I am creating things, there I am real. There, I am happy.
How now, do I go about getting a diagnosis so that I can KNOW that what my gut is telling me is true? So that I can feel elated again in knowing that there is a reason; and at long last, have an explanation.
I apologize if this is too much information or too pathetic but I had to, HAD to talk to someone who might understand. I know I've found the answer, now what? I've read some posts here and noticed that many are self-diagnosed. Is this something that is common? Is it difficult to get a proper diagnosis?
I was misdiagnosed several years ago - first they said Bipolar, then PTSD or even severe PMS (really? are you kidding me?)
I have been reading and thinking and have come to the conclusion that all these years of struggle are due to my having Aspberger's. I came across Tania Marshall's blog post : Aspienwomen: Adult Women with Asperger Syndrome. Moving towards a female profile of Asperger Syndrome | taniaannmarshall
and just about fell out of my chair. I tell you true, my jaw was hanging open and tears were streaming down my face as I was reading that list. I just couldn't believe it. I was elated. Finally! This is it. This explains it all! I was frantic. Frantic to shout this out to the world. I'm struggling to tell you how good, how happy I felt. I was so excited. Was looking for confirmation, congratulations.
Does that make sense?
Made sense to me. Then. I made the mistake of telling my husband. No joy. He brushed it aside. He didn't want to hear it. Didn't want to discuss. You must understand, my husband is a very good man and loves me and doesn't think there is anything wrong with me (most of the time, the other times he attributes my 'behaviour' to my being of the female persuasion and dismisses it), he wasn't cruel, just changed the subject.
So. I talked with my niece who works with disabled and folks with autism. She has no education, is just a companion for people. She blew me off, too. Oh, auntie, no no, you don't have the symptoms.
So. I told my sister. One of her first responses was to bring up the guy that shot all those people..."Isn't that what he has?". ouch. No joy or support for me there, sorry. Again, you don't act like one of THOSE people.
NExt...told Mom. NO way, not hearing it, not having it. Can't be. I tried to explain and point out the details. "No, honey, now you just don't worry about it, you are doing great!".
What my family doesn't know and doesn't understand is that at 44 years old, one can become quite adept at hiding everything. I am that good, yes I am, but I am dying inside. I can socialize for a little while and fake it and get along but I don't even know if I know how to love or feel close to someone. Trust? What the hell is that? Trust someone? Nope, aint happenin'.
Why, Mom, did you not notice that I had no close friends in school? That I didn't participate in anything. That I would do anything to get out of going to school? That I came home crying? That I cried all the time? Why didn't anyone in my family notice how weird I was? I was smart, scary smart - but I couldn't do math. I couldn't finish things. I didn't fit in and was in agony for 12 years. I dropped out of high school in my senior year.
I've been floating in limbo except when I am creating things, there I am real. There, I am happy.
How now, do I go about getting a diagnosis so that I can KNOW that what my gut is telling me is true? So that I can feel elated again in knowing that there is a reason; and at long last, have an explanation.
I apologize if this is too much information or too pathetic but I had to, HAD to talk to someone who might understand. I know I've found the answer, now what? I've read some posts here and noticed that many are self-diagnosed. Is this something that is common? Is it difficult to get a proper diagnosis?