Hi everyone. I'm a 27 year old gay male living in Texas. I've not formally been diagnosed asperger's or autistic (yet), but having done some research lately and talked to good people who've put up with me for years (friends they're called, i guess? ) and have finally grabbed a comfy lawn chair and accepted my spot somewhere on the spectrum. It's amazing how many memories resurfaced after I came to accept it. My wierd past now makes sense.
Brief history I guess (maybe not because anyone wants to know but I feel like I need to share).
I was an eccentric and lonely kid, a precocious speller, an a+ student . I was very smart and ambitious but oddly blank sometimes when it came to personal instruction. When I hit adolescence I started to notice i was really different and began to get teased a lot. I remember distinctly feeling like I didn't have the same verbal script that everyone else had. This, combined with feeling pressure from my parents who worried a lot about me and wanted me to fit in, caused me to start getting terribly depressed and suicidal. I was 11. We got our first computer around then and AOL was massively popular so I just disappeared into the internet. I withdrew from the physical world. Fast forward sixteen years...
I think I could go on since I feel kind of safe here. But i'll leave it at that. Thanks for having me