I used to think that I was a bad person, sensitive, paranoid, difficult to live with and get on with. I had difficulty keeping jobs and friends. I also used to get upset because whenever my partner went out to socialize, I wouldn't be able to join in the conversation. I always felt disconnected to the conversation and other people - I may as well have been watching TV, and I got left out of social activities. I often couldn't understand how other people think, and always felt insecure around people because I never knew where I stood with them; I always had to guess at their feelings and emotions towards me. I could never understand how people managed to hold conversations in noisy pubs or restaurants because I never could. I couldn't understand how I'd suddenly be gripped by an obsession with another country and learning its language to the extent that I'd want to go and live there, or why certain things bothered me, but not other people.
Now I have an explanation for this, and that's good. But I wish I'd been diagnosed earlier on and hadn't had to go through life not knowing, and making all the mistakes that I made.
Now I have an explanation for this, and that's good. But I wish I'd been diagnosed earlier on and hadn't had to go through life not knowing, and making all the mistakes that I made.