I always felt foreign to my surroundings, no matter where I was.
Taught myself to read at the age of 2, not a Clifford the Big Red Dog, but a Romanian Gypsy Folklore collective.
Spoke with a beat-poetry meets Hemming-Speare style in elementary school, which was unbeknownst to me until 8th grade when one of my friends said, "We don't understand you when you speak. You speak way over our heads with those big words," so I worried and worked intently on "dumbing myself down" to fit in with people around me and start using slang.
Was the first placed in a "genius" program at my school in 1st grade, and played with trig and low-level calculus by 3rd grade.
I didn't know what was wrong with me. I was told how "smart" I was, but had and still have the greatest insecurity about my intelligence. I said stupid things, and even when being serious and straight, was plagued with moments when others misinterpretted my statements as jokes, usually in a bawdy text, which enraged teachers; I would stand there confused as to why everyone was laughing and wondering why I was being sent to the principal's office.
I helped the mentally handicapped from when I started school, all the way through finally dropping out of high school. This made me so confused, as when I was with them, I felt LIKE them. How could this be when I am labeled some genius or prodigy or whatever? I could see the twinkle in their eye and the spark in their movements and certain gestures that they made were reminiscent of me. I was unaware of this syndrome and wasn't well-read on savants, but from my knowledge, didn't believe that it was fitting. Finally, I did come across Asperger's two days ago, when I was ready to diagnose myself as Schizotypal, among many other little illnesses, i.e. OCD, Bi-Polar, Social Anxiety Disorder, etc.
All of these illnesses, still didn't add up to why I see numbers the way I do or hear music as math. It didn't explain my "miracle" smarts along with my tendency to be labeled a "ditz." Asperger's hit the mark, and I should've looked it up back when I first saw Mozart and the Whale as I definitely identified with her character, but, like I said, I didn't understand autism as being something that could have a high IQ tagged with it.
The tears filled my eyes as I read the description of this syndrome and to find out that there are actually others like me, though none that I have ever met. It gives me hope that maybe something will go right in my life // that I am NOT weird, just different and special.