How I Found Out I was an Aspie

Very interesting post! 👏🏼👍🏼😊.  I’m always interested to hear how people find out they’re Aspies/autistic, especially those who found out as adults.  This is a fascinating illustration 😊💝💝

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During my childhood, my parents often commented that I was ‘born awkward, and awkward ever since’. I was a firstborn, so they had no prior experience of raising a son. I wasn’t failing so badly in school that I ever had to see a psychologist, although my Mum despaired of ever persuading me to play with other children. They never thought I might have a condition with a clinical label, though Asperger’s wasn’t so well known in the 1980s.

Looking back, it explains a lot. School playtimes were a nightmare in primary school. Often I would just walk forlornly around the edges of the yard, kicking up the dirt; sometimes I would go and tell appalling puns to the teacher on yard duty. I simply didn’t know what to do during playtime, and didn’t particularly want to join in any schoolyard games that seemed remotely rough.

Secondary School was a…

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Lost for words

Absolutely lovely post!  I think so many of us, myself included, can relate to practically everything said here.  The pedantism, the meltdowns, the loss of words…yep, this post sums it up! 💜💜

The Misadventures of Mama Pineapple

I often struggle to translate my thoughts into either speech or the written word.

Sometimes I lack the particular executive functioning powers required to organise and synthesise what’s in my mind, to present it to an external audience. At other times, the very fact that I have set myself the task of writing means that I have made a demandof myself. I have told myself I “must” write. And the moment my brain seizes upon the notion of the imperative, some inner refusal mechanism kicks in.

But very often, it’s something far more mechanical.

I found myself in a Twitter exchange a few months ago about how there are times when I’ll have phrases, sentences, paragraphs, and entire, in-depth arguments and treatises swirling around in my mind, only to discover that – when I attempt to commit them to the written form – they are not there.

Being…

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The power of diagnosis as an adult.

Such a terrific post!  So helpful for describing how it can feel after Asperger’s/autism diagnosis.  I can very well relate to this 💙💙

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I’ve been doing a lot of reflection lately and something I thought about was “how life would have been different had I known about my Autism as a child”.

I was a little angry at the world about this – that not one person picked it up! And I let this thought anger and distress me. I let myself feel sorry for myself and all of the “lost generation”. About all the misunderstandings and struggles we all faced at various levels with no explanation.

I can’t conclude whether this is a bad thing or good thing for anyone else but myself. So my personal view on the matter is that although I felt this sadness and anger about it –I am glad I didn’t know. This may go against the grain of the majority, but allow me to explain..

It’s one thing to “feel” different to…

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A Day in the Life – Doing things differently.

Incredible post, and one of the first posts I had found when searching for “Asperger’s female blog”!  I can relate to this whole piece very strongly.  Day-to-day obligations can be difficult underneath.  I’ve scoured the archives of this blog and it has helped me so much 💗💗

Seventh Voice

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Over the last few years I’ve become increasingly aware that the way I go about my daily life has a tendency to either annoy or confuse other people.

No matter what I’m doing, I always appear to be doing it wrong.

Take shopping and bill paying for example.

I’ll choose one day out of the week to go off into town and do absolutely everything that needs doing in one big hit.

This often includes paying bills ahead of time simply because I have no idea whether or not I’ll actually feel like going out on the day that the bills are actually due.

Standing in line and waiting my turn to be served by real life people inside a bank, rather than using ATM’s as I really don’t like the idea of withdrawing money out of a machine on the side of a street.

I also insist on paying…

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