Sorry, I know this topic has been very extensively discussed and have read several of the existing threads.
I'm a complete newbie here (Hi!) and am trying to decide whether I have Asperger's or not. I appreciate no one here can give me a diagnosis and I'm not sure I even want one anyway. I would just like to know for myself and am just adding bits of evidence together whichever way they lead me. I've made it to age 50 without a diagnosis. I tick plenty of the boxes, though certainly not all. I also have a mood disorder.
Anyway, the thing I am particularly interested in at the moment is meltdowns. Mine, if that is indeed what they are, are rather like very short lived but very intense depressions. I used to think that maybe they were just part of my depression. Recently my therapist asked me to write something about my anger and my little essay included one of my 'meltdowns'.
I wondered if anyone would be prepared to have a read through this bit below and add any thoughts or observations, even if it is no, that's definitely not a meltdown. It happened in response to a very minor issue at work. Thanks in advance. Sorry for the long first post.
(Warning, mention of suicidal thoughts in this)
“Somehow I make it home but only get to the top of the stairs before I drop to my knees. I curl up into a little ball with my hands over my head and sob uncontrollably. I want to scream but don’t want to alarm the neighbours so I scream silently in my head! I’m angry again, but not with anyone else. I’m angry with me. I am REALLY ANGRY with me. Something is clawing around inside my head. I hit my head against the wall over and over. It feels good and helps a little but there is a mad beast rampaging around in there.
“Just end it all now“, screams the beast. “You know how to do it“. It reminds me with visual imagery just in case I have forgotten. I don’t want to. I can’t. “Please just leave me alone”, I whisper back feebly, over and over. It keeps trying but I can’t let it win. I won’t. I don’t know how long I lie there but I slowly become aware that the beast has finally got bored with its uncooperative playmate.
I get up and walk downstairs to make some tea. Twice more I find myself on the floor sobbing, but it’s less serious now. The beast doesn’t return. It will leave me alone for a while. In an hour I have returned to being an normal functional human being.”