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Originally posted by skepticconwatcher
reply to post by R6A6W6
Do you mind telling me how you got diagnosed with this so late in your life ?
I was a destructive, in-attentive, thief.
Originally posted by r2d246
Originally posted by R6A6W6
Hello to all,
I was diagnosed with Aspergers Syndrome in 2006 when I was 36 years old and I am now 42. The so called experts usually say that getting a diagnosis that late in life, is life changing and like a blessing. A lot of those that were diagnosed later in life have come out saying that they now understand; why they were, the way they were, when they were younger. I can totally understand that part of it easily but as for a later diagnosis being a blessing to me, I wish I could say that was true but its not.
I know that everyone with Aspergers has different symptoms of varying degrees but we all know that Aspergers people use their brains differently to neurotypicals. I think we tend to think things more simply than people without the disorder do. Therefore when I am nearly always spending every minute of my life around neurotypical people who don't have the same way of thinking as I do and I hardly ever see or speak to anyone like myself. It makes me feel trapped, scared, overloaded, outnumbered and lost.
I simply find that being around people without the disorder is like everything is being made ten times more complicated than it has to be in my reasoning. I still cannot feel happy about myself for having been diagnosed because I cannot celebrate the fact that I am different, others simply don't understand that a party is no fun if you are all alone by yourself.
I grow more and more tired every day because of having to try and fit in all the time, when inside I am just dying to burst out and be me. I fear if I do try to be me and follow my heart that I will just have to break free from all of the neurotypicals in my life around me, which include my wife and my family as well. I am scared because I don't really belong with any of them, but I do have some degree of emotional attachment to them. So for me to break free from them would cause even more pain and I am completely torn and in emotional agony all the time.
Once again I know that everyone is different, I am just putting forward the way I feel about having the disorder in my life. If anyone else has had a later diagnosis and is turning middle ageish, could you please tell me how you feel as this point in your life.
I GOT NEWS FOR YOU...
This might come as a shock to you...
But you've been lied to!!! The truth is your a perfectly fine adult in perfect health. You're just like everyone else. Everyone lives with fears, insecurities, confusion and other issues that plague everyone on the planet. It's part of being human. You're NO DIFFERENT than anyone else.
So here's my advice to you. Stop believing there lie. Get off any pills there trying to get you hooked on. And tell them to go foock themselves. They're a bunch of liars. They'll say anything to get you to believe them and then anything else to get you on some pills you don't need. Be careful my friend. Again your fine, you've just been lied to that's all.
Originally posted by FissionSurplus
reply to post by DaTroof
May you be blessed with an Aspie child in the future. You won't mind, since it's nothing, right?
Originally posted by R6A6W6
reply to post by Hope4peace
I agree with you 100%. I have a son who is now 10 yo and he is high functioning Autistic. If anyone had a 2 minute conversation with him they would know that something about him was very different. I love him to bits and I call him mini me because the things he does and says are just like the things I would do or say.
But at the same time I feel sorry for him because I know that his symptoms will not get much better and he will be in high school in a few years, where he could get bullied. Even now he hardly cracks a smile and well, he looks depressed to be honest.
He just wants to be in his own little world where everything is safe and I can understand that totally. Its hard because I want him to develop some social skills in order to get by in life and have a few friends at least. I try to tell him the right times for appropriate social behavior and the right times to play games and use his imagination.