Hi all ... an Aspie friend pointed me at WrongPlanet last night, so I signed up.
I was born in the UK in 1960, and grew up partly there and partly in Northern Ireland until moving to the US in 1980. I've lived in Pennsylvania, Washington, California, North Carolina and now New Hampshire, and never once found a place or group where I really felt like I fit in. I was always the one on the outside of the circle looking in, the bird beating itself to death on the outside of the glass trying to fly in, the stranger more alone in the middle of a crowded room than anywhere else on Earth. I was certain all along there had to be something I was missing, that there was a rulebook I'd never been given a copy of, an instruction manual no-one had ever shown me, some secret level of communication everyone else was using without even thinking about it that was completely invisible to me. I just didn't have any idea what it could possibly be. A few times I even half-seriously wondered if everyone else on the planet, except me, was slightly telepathic, and nobody was telling me because they were too embarrassed at having a non-telepath throwback among them.
Then, after running across a few things online that started giving me some pretty strong suspicions, I was run through a complete neuropsychological test battery last September, and was immediately positively diagnosed with Aspergers.
Well, what do you know ... It turns out I was right all along; there really is a level of non-verbal communication that I'm completely blind to. And the reason I could never figure out what it is was because, well ... I'm completely blind to it. Duh. How's that for 20/20 hindsight?
So here I am, dipping my toes into a new pond, and wondering if there's time left to learn to cope with what I now know has been wrong all my life. I could have done with knowing this forty years ago.
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Renaissance Man, Mystic Zen Biker, the Lone Groover, the Eternal Stranger, alone in a crowd, forever trapped on the wrong side of the glass