The "d" in desperate was originally capitalized.
I'm not sure why it was capitalized, or why I want to stand out either.
When I was younger I was diagnosed with Asperger's (which I instinctively try to spell with a "b" after the "p" and now I'm overusing quotation marks, makes sense though... the most frequently misspelled word by college students is "College" so why not Asperger's for Aspies.) The special needs school I was placed in during first grade adamantly refuted this diagnosis. Behavior modification school actually. Their response to any challenge to their authority was to slam you into a restraint in the corner, for the entirety of the school day if "necessary". (I like the bright colors here by the by. Blue and green were always favorites of mine. In fact, green was my favorite color until my little brother decided he liked it. I switched to blue.) Anyways, my school career (I probably should have checked other intro posts first. gotten an idea of acceptable length. Drat.) was sort of interesting. I spent all of it in special needs schooling, being told by teachers that I was exceptionally bright, and that I was acting out because I COULD. That I played to the system and was obviously trying to avoid doing any actual work. (or the mindless repetitive mimeographed exercises they called "work") I was fairly convinced by graduation from one such program that I was using my intelligence to bend the system to serve me... I still am.
Glad I'm typing this... my handwriting is atrocious. Anyways I joined and washed out of the US Navy after lying about my medical history at my recruiter's behest. I washed out in the final days of boot camp, when, after failing the Physical Fitness Assessment by three seconds. (After which I had a breakdown in the showers. I'm pretty sure I had control of said breakdown.) I was discharged after being diagnosed with OCD... or rather a diagnosis to "rule out" OCD, as well as Narcissistic personality disorder (I was trying really hard on the psych test to answer questions in such a way that it wouldn't seem like I have low self esteem.)
After getting home from the Navy, I did virtually nothing for months. It's been over a year now. However recently I've been working with Mass Rehab. (Incidentally I do have friends, I just get nervous and start to clean/organize in groups of more than four people (myself included there) and/or new environments. for a startling contrast my room is kind of messy.) There, I was given a battery of tests and (not really a battery, more like five or so... closer to six now that I think about it.) The diagnosis of Asperger's showed up again, along with a very high verbal IQ. The agent I'm working with said that my high verbal abilities (and still average, but comparatively lower mathematical skills) masked my disorder, but would complicate my ability to function in a working environment, seeing as I don't pick up on certain cues that my verbosity indicates I should.
Other stuff about me... hmm... I tend to fabricate (read:outright lie) and rationalize every little thing I see. I'm studying social interactions between my stoner friends (usually while under the influence of Marijuana) and picking up on a lot of little cues, but I'm having trouble applying them myself. I don't like the idea that my mind doesn't work the way it should. I've been on quite a few medications, the names of which I can't even remember, and none of them really had much Positive effect. They had effects, they just made me feel... I don't really know. All I really remember is that I didn't like taking them. I used to read a lot. Fiction mostly. Now I love computers.
I found my way here by means of Wikipedia. I decided that I should probably learn more about Asperger's if I do have it. So I come here with a head full of fresh facts about the disorder. I'm actively struggling (though not too hard, it's mostly just looking back and thinking... "that's not fully true") to keep this post accurate and subjective. I have no employment history (beyond the navy, which due to the brief time I was there I'm told is a negative thing to put on an application) I have no health insurance. I have no photo ID (working on that though), and I'm kinda scared of learning to drive. However where I live it's kind of necessary for me to do that if I want a job, as I live out in the sticks. (Literally the sticks, there is a forest that beavers turned to swampland with what I estimate to be a few acres of dead trees.) I know I'm capable of things. I just have no idea where to start. (The way this all sounds in my head, it feels attention grabby and needy and I'm contemplating not even posting it, bah, I'll do it anyways.)
So I guess that's me.
My name is Kyle Quinn
I notice the strangest things.