I am Solo Dolo.
I never could understand why everyone in the entire world seemed so messed up. By the law of averages it became clear that maybe, just maybe it was me. Then one day at work I was listening to a podcast of an NPR Interview with Tim Paige. Author of Parallel Play. It blew my mind! I thought Who the F*** is this guy and what the h*** is Asperger's? (I swear a ton, this will take some getting used to.)
His description of himself matched me so well, like he knew me, like he could read my mind, that it took an enormous effort to keep from breaking down completely. It was nearly a religious experience.
Since then I have proceeded cautiously, reading, taking diagnostic tests online, but not talking about it. To anyone. I don't want a professional diagnosis. I don't want a file somewhere with my name on it and a mental illness listed as a malady. I am 37, and I have spent the last 32 years wondering, worrying, running, hiding, sleeping, avoiding and convincing myself that it wasn't me, it is everyone else. Other people are too loud, too fast, too busy, too caught up in ordeals that do not matter, but that is just the way of the world. I have become comfortable with this worldview, as irrational as it is.
I'm no ready to let go of it.
That's enough for now.