I'm a 63-year-old female Aspie. I am self-diagnosed. I was medically retired at age 40 due to severe chronic illness - Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome plus Lyme. Before I retired, I was a fisheries biologist. Before I became disabled, I was a soldier in the US Army - a staff sergeant.
Mainly I love to be out in nature, whether walking or gardening. Besides nature, my main interests are mandolin, which I took up last summer, art, model railroading, and a non-fiction book that I have been working on for the past 15 years (as well as research connected with the book, which is on-going). The book is about - well, you might say "comparative mythology." I'm hoping to finish it before I die. I think that if I do a good job communicating what I have learned, it will have a positive impact on people and maybe improve things a little in this world.
I've spent much of my life trying not to be an Aspie, and I really have improved a lot of my weaknesses. The problem was that I didn't KNOW I was an Aspie. I just thought I was defective for some reason, not that I actually had a condition that explained every danged thing about my differences. I went down wrong paths and very nearly destroyed my life. It would have been so helpful - to me, my family, and my friends - if this had been diagnosed when I was young. Now it hardly makes any difference. Except that, of course, it makes me feel a little better about my differences. Right now I'm only just beginning to learn.
I'm ready for a little more healing.