Do you obsess about being autistic ?

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Yes, this is true. I never thought of that.

No i don't think of myself as disabled.
Maybe socially ret*d, but even then, all people have strengths and weaknesses in different areas. So being socially inept is just one of these areas so i wouldn't think ret*d either.

Yes i know what you mean, i must admit i laughed.

Maybe it is just me, but the light coming from a lightbulb doesn't mean dark at all.

Heck, I like the light!

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I don't obsess about it, but I'm convinced I have many of the traits.

AS wasn't put into the DSM-IV until 1994 and from what I've read, not many therapists and psychiatrists have a lot, sometimes no experience, with Asperger's. And from what I've read, not even Autism in general is known about like it should be. I think that is why a lot of people try to self diagnose themselves... or perhaps not really self diagnose, but rather, study the condition and leave it open for probability or possibility.

I don't know for sure if I have AS or not, but I think it's a good chance that at least have PDD. That said, I feel a connection to many many people here on this message board and feel relieved that I actually might know why I've been the odd duck for all these years. Finally, a reason for my eccentricities.

Yes, definitely. The fact of having found out that my difference is (probably: we must not forget I'm undiagnosed) described by psychiatrists (and btw, called disability - well, I don't feel disabled at all) doesn't turn me into somebody else and nobody knows it as well as I but I have an interesting feeling that can be compared only with feelings of somebody who's just discovered that he was adopted.

Really interesting feeling and I derive a lot of pleasure from examining it. I always liked examining things, reaching their core itself.

You know, there are things which always happen to other people, to those we are close or (more often) not so close to: cancer, lottery winning but which are not reserved for us. I spend a lot of time thinking about it. When one finds out something unexpected and important at the beginning there's always a kind of excitement (bitter or full of glee) that reigns over that person's feelings for some time. Yesterday my old interest in X men renewed, now I'm spending hours reading about the young people with X gene enclosed into their genetic equipment and I could compare my present situation to those teenagers with mutant gene who are just learning that important truth who they are in fact. Who have their secret (lol, I just recalled that line from Mr Roboto by Styx).

Today I was seeing a doctor because of my anemia and my overprotective mother came in with me because she wanted to ask some questions to the doctor - she wouldn't be herself if she hadn't done it. That doctor was very meddling, having found out my quirks she poked her nose into my private life, asking me if I have a boyfriend, friends, she found it extremely strange that I don't like coming out of home, that I hate eating and spend the summer sitting in front of computer or browsing pages of books so I simply informed her about my suspicions concerning my putative AS. She didn't know what it is what didn't suprised me. My mother didn't protest claiming me to be quite normal as I had expected. I think that her suspicions why her daughter isn't like other young women in the end assumed a substantive shape. She was talking to that doctor as if I was absent or ret*d and unable to understand her words - she told her that I probably understand myself that I'm not like the others and I look for other weirdos in the Internet (what is true ).

I don't obsess about my Asperger's Syndrome as much as brag about it or use it as an excuse to get myself out of situations that I have to face. My mother won't accept me for who I am and she is trying to get me to change my life. She says that I need to get a job and do something with my life, but I would rather just vegetate and be waited on hand and foot. She says this is not an option and I don't like that.

ya, unfortunatly she is correct, i know i had to get kicked out of the house after collage, and get into the real world, having aspringers, or in my case when little i had HFA, but it was what i needed, it was hard at first, but i got my act together quickly, i live alone, but have a nice bachlor pad all 2 myself, decent job. I wish i could have chilled at home but then u cant get a life, once u r an adult its time to face that horrible crule world, not like some of our childhoods were rough as it was (not mine tho, only a tiny bit) so when u get to this point u r used to it, heh

sorry for the ramble,

I burst out laughing because suddenly I recalled that Family guy's episode entitled "Petarded" in which Peter finds out his IQ test's score is a score of a ret*d person and he starts to use it as an excuse to do all forbidden things (hitting people gathered in church with his prayerbook on their heads or peeping at women in toilet - "sorry, I'm ret*d ).

LMAO I love Family Guy

What a pity that there's no more Family guy in Polish TV. My favourite character was of course Stewie

When I first found out about this site, and that their are other people like me, I obsessed about it, not anymore though.

yep

How do you know what I should do with my life? I'm in control and I know that if I want to live as a vegetable I can do that. I told my Mom this morning that I would be happy if I was living in a nursing home and being waited on for the rest of my life. She wants me to go to this place called the Tommy Nobis Center to learn job and life skills but I told her that if I had to go I would suffocate myself. She doesn't understand that I have no reason to do things with my life and she doesn't seem to care.