Hi, I'm Mike, or mesious, whichever you prefer. I'm 25, male, right now living in Parkersburg, WV, but I'm from Morgantown. I haven't been diagnosed yet, but I have a psych appnt. in December. I've been diagnosed with depression since I was 14, but it hasn't really gotten better despite all the medication and years of expensive therapy. I've known about Asperger syndrome since my niece was diagnosed with moderately severe autism (I'm not exactly sure of the details) when she was 2 or 3. However, I didn't know the symptoms. Then one day I was watching an episode of House on DVD and the possibility that Dr. House had AS was brought up, whereupon they listed a few of the symptoms. They sounded eerily familiar. So, a few days later--just a few days ago--I checked out Wikipedia for more information. It was like a light turned on in my mind. Suddenly, after so many years of wondering why I was so different--in good ways and bad ways--from almost everyone else, here might be the answer.
By the time I got to the bottom of the page I couldn't stop crying. Finally I had stumbled upon something that made sense. Everything matched, from hyperlexia (I read at an 8th grade level in 2nd grade and scored perfect on the reading comprehension section of the ACT) to Sensory Integration Dysfunction and social difficulties (dropping out of school, never holding a job which required me to interact with people). I was elated that now, perhaps, things will get better and angry that I had been so misunderstood and subsequently mistreated and abused by so many people, including my parents and "older kids" that were the only friends I could maintain interest in as a teenager. Now I can finally stop punishing myself, as I know that I'm not a bad person but a different person. I used to hate myself, and believed that I was simply lazy, stupid and mean. I would force myself into situations that were almost unbearable because I thought that I had to, and because I thought that I was acting like a child to get out of doing things that were, at worst, slightly difficult to most people.
Anyway, I won't tell you my life story. I am wondering, though, what I should do now, besides the obvious visit to the psychiatrist. Also, my friends don't believe me. My girlfriend, who knows me better than anyone, recognized it just as quickly as I did when she read the information. It really hurts that my close friends don't believe me.
Another thing. Along the way I tried about every possible drug, prescription and otherwise, to "make me normal." Subsequently, I'm now going to a methadone clinic every day, although I'm switiching to Suboxone soon and will then quit entirely. My couselor at the clinic barely seemed to know what AS is, and the nurse gave me the extremely irritating "we all want to be alone sometimes." Why don't trained counselors seem to know, or maybe just don't care, about AS?
So, sorry if I've ranted a bit but I have a lot to get off my chest.
Hello everyone. I'm so glad this place exists.