I just got the (dreaded) piece of paper that said I have an ASD. There it is, written in black and white. But I didn't need that stack of paper to tell me. I got it anyway.
I didn't talk until I was four and even then it wasn't fully complete sentences, I'm told. I had speech therapy for nine years, and only then was I able to communicate somewhat effectively. I'm much more comfortable typing, in fact, the best decision I ever made was taking a typing course in high school.
Growing up, I've always known I was different. I was that kid who always sat in the corner with her ears covered, who never had friends, who was always teased and tormented. Matter of fact I had a picture of me with my ears covered for years. I was ashamed of it. I went through elementary school, junior high, high school, and college. Nothing had changed. In fact, I spent most of my time in college hanging out in the computer lab surfing the internet because I didn't have a computer of my own instead of socializing with the other students. I didn't tell anyone that I was 'different,' although they could all see it.
When I went to my 10th high school reunion, I watched as all the others socialized. Even the guy running the restaurant noted, 'There's always that one sitting off in the corner.'
So, to make a long story short, on my diagnosis paper, one of the recommendations was to join this site... so here I am!