I am now diagnosed with Aspergers as of three weeks ago. I'm in my early 30's.
I started seeing a new counselor/psychologist a month ago. The third session she picked up a few things and asked me if I was socially awkward after I was telling her of the problems I was dealing with. I put a s**t eating grin on my face and said yes. She then asked if I had been diagnosed with Aspergers. I had heard of it and knew only one person with it, but didn't know anything about it. She explained a bit, then ran through the criteria. Everything applied. She then gave me homework to research Aspergers.
My eyes were opened. To make an analogy, it's as if a fog has been over the stupid battlefield that is my whole life and now I have an unobstructed view of the answer as to why I do the things I do. I know why I got in trouble so much as a child for opening my mouth, and why I don't like to say anything. I know why I act the way I do in groups and why I act the way I do when I'm alone. I know why I suck at dating. I have answers.
My life makes sense. Well not really. I don't know the cause of Aspergers, but I'm one step closer. After 30+ years of my life, I am one step closer to figuring myself out. My life makes more sense today than it did a month ago.
Upon further visits to the counselor we talked about it, and she confirmed the diagnosis. This is one website she brought up, and here I am.