About a decade ago, I looked up Aspergers because a roommate's ex-husband was diagnosed with it and their children were unusual. I wondered if the children might also have Aspergers. I wasn't sure about the children, but I was amazed to find that the list of Aspergers traits described my nephew to a T. My nephew agreed but decided not to get diagnosed. I kinda identified with some of the traits, myself, but not enough to feel like I actually had Aspergers. Fast forward a few years...I notice my son reminds me of my nephew a bit... but he's not as intense. I think about it, but figure I'm imagining it. Fast forward a few more years...I have friends on Facebook who either have autism or have a child with autism. It's Autism Awareness Month and someone posts an article about the difference between how girls present with Aspergers vs. how boys present. I find myself reading a description of everything I went through growing up... and of what my little girl is going through now. I've spent the last couple of months reading about Aspergers and going back and forth on whether it really applies to us and whether I should pursue it. The more I read, the more I'm convinced that it applies to me and both my children. Now I have doctor's appointments to get started on possible diagnoses for me and my kids. It's a weird feeling to think that there is an actual label to describe my awkwardness and feelings of not being on the same wavelength as most of the world. I don't quite know how to process it. So, here I am on this site, seeing if maybe I might find some place where I fit in.
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Much Madness is divinest Sense -
To a discerning Eye -
Much Sense - the starkest Madness -
- Emily Dickinson
11 Jun 2016, 12:42 am
