I found out in July 2006, to be exact. Unfortunately, I don't have the date or time. I got my official diagnosis last August but ever since my parents told me that they thought I had AS, there was no doubt whatsoever.
From an early age, I knew that I was different. I had different interests to all my classmates, I was never part of a large friendship group and when I was very young, though it's hard to believe it now, I gave my teacher hell. She didn't understand me; I didn't understand her. We were on a different planet.
When I reached my teens, the differences still showed, and I realised that I was just a different person from all my peers. However hard I tried, I could not be interested in the things that I 'should have been' interested in. My social skills were still appalling, and I got through school without ever making a close friendship.
Finding out about AS in '06 was a huge shock at first. It was liberating to know that there was a reason for much of what had happened in my life, but it was also scary. It has honestly taken me all of two years to properly come to terms with it. But I'm glad I got my diagnosis. I feel I can get on with my life, knowing both my strengths and my limitations.
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