Hi,
I'm male, 57, living in Colorado, U.S.A. I have been told by professionals I am on the spectrum, but I do not have a diagnosis. I'm married with children and grandchildren. I would appear to be in the categories of high functioning and twice exceptional, which apparently has allowed a lot of masking and compensation to develop.
The idea of me having ASD is something new to me, and not something I understand very well, but I am reading and learning. It is hard to think I have some condition or state of being I cannot detect. I feel normal. Well, except when I remember my life. Then all the memories of being unusual are there to look at me in silent judgment: How could you not have figured this out?
But apparently things, social things, intangible ways of interacting and creating relationships and communicating, pass by me undetected and invisible. This social fabric is more real than I had anticipated? It is, in some real way, more than literary metaphor? It is as though all around me silent conversations are occurring -- some kind of ESP -- and I am deaf to it all. And people feel emotions in their bodies, seriously?
Amidst family I have lived a solitary life; I have 25 years of remote and telecommuting job experience.
Tonight is a meeting for an "autism friendly" book club that is discussing NeuroTribes. I have read the book; I have seen Larry Wall's bright tuxedos and attended his State of the Onion talks. I am thinking about attending the talk, and it would be my first personal interaction with an ASD community -- aside from this post. I am very nervous about it. Will it be yet another place I don't fit in? Perhaps or perhaps not. I think I have to take a deep breath and see.
I'm male, 57, living in Colorado, U.S.A. I have been told by professionals I am on the spectrum, but I do not have a diagnosis. I'm married with children and grandchildren. I would appear to be in the categories of high functioning and twice exceptional, which apparently has allowed a lot of masking and compensation to develop.
The idea of me having ASD is something new to me, and not something I understand very well, but I am reading and learning. It is hard to think I have some condition or state of being I cannot detect. I feel normal. Well, except when I remember my life. Then all the memories of being unusual are there to look at me in silent judgment: How could you not have figured this out?
But apparently things, social things, intangible ways of interacting and creating relationships and communicating, pass by me undetected and invisible. This social fabric is more real than I had anticipated? It is, in some real way, more than literary metaphor? It is as though all around me silent conversations are occurring -- some kind of ESP -- and I am deaf to it all. And people feel emotions in their bodies, seriously?
Amidst family I have lived a solitary life; I have 25 years of remote and telecommuting job experience.
Tonight is a meeting for an "autism friendly" book club that is discussing NeuroTribes. I have read the book; I have seen Larry Wall's bright tuxedos and attended his State of the Onion talks. I am thinking about attending the talk, and it would be my first personal interaction with an ASD community -- aside from this post. I am very nervous about it. Will it be yet another place I don't fit in? Perhaps or perhaps not. I think I have to take a deep breath and see.