The Dino-Aspie Cafe (for Those 40+... or feeling creaky)

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Hi to Killroy as well, for no other reason than I like his posts.

well thank you

37, just back from hospital day after having my gall bladder out and feeling very old and creaky.

I had my gall bladder out about a year and a half ago after it failed spectacularly. It took me quite a while to recover too-- I picked up some infections in the hospital. I hope you do better-- I understand I was unusually ill, as I was confined to bed with it and unable to sit up for more than a few minutes before it came out.

I'm 25, but terribly creaky. Bad hap. Sore shoulders. Rheumatism setting in where I have old injuries-- hand, feet, knee, etc. I am working on getting younger with age. As a matter of fact, I've decided to purchase a trike. And I just keep going to grad school, so I still have school. And that involves working with kids and children's books. So perhaps time really is cyclical?

How did I cope? I pretended to cope. I think Aspies must do a lot of pretending. Since the idea of Asperger's hadn't yet entered my mind, I thought I was unique with my odd contralto monotone, boyishness, clever and odd way of thinking, extreme sensitivities, etc. I had my own priorities which didn't always match those of whoever was in charge at the moment, and though I seldom outright rebelled, (too much chance of a beating) I learned to be sneaky and sly. I learned to run away. I learned there are no material things worth being treated badly and not loved for who you really are, so I abandoned all I owned and walked away, many times. Since discovering I am apparently not the only one, and not only am I not at fault, but neither are they, I am just now learning to cope in my final years.

Welcome to the Cafe, PineComb.
I feel the same awe and bewilderment over how to fit in enough to not be completely ostracized. I have recently passed ten years since I have been playing with a fuller deck (diagnosed) but I know some things will not in this life be resolved, simply because I can not adhere to a relationship with anyone.
Come on in and have a cup of tea, if you like.

Merle

hi merle

I've been "lurking" around on Wrongplanet for over a year now and have finally decided to try and be a bit more social about it (no guarantees though). Three years ago my life started spiraling out of control suddenly, when I suddenly started "melting down", having more than the usual amount of communication issues, and left me feeling confused. I had major issues with it in my teens and then in my twenties, but all had been "mostly" quiet for years. I would not say that I was ever confused for NT, but because at the time I worked in IT and was talented, my "eccentricities and bluntness" was overlooked as part of what you deal with in that field. Where it really became obvious and bad was right after I finished graduate school retraining to a more social field of work. All of my learning disabilities (I knew that I had) converged, plus the meltdowns -- it just got ugly.

A friend, who is an MH professional, had whispered in my ear before that she thought I had autism, so I spent the time, money and effort being tested.

We expected the report to come back stating the I was on the spectrum (probably HFA or Asperger's level); however, we were wrong, the level of severity was a hug slap in the face and sent both my husband and I reeling for several months. It explained so much, but at the same time, I spent days, weeks, months even trying to figure out how it had been missed if I was this bad for 50 years. The best we all came up with was that I have always been a master coper, and after stepping back through my life, there was always someone there to help me and mentor me (always) -- teach me a different way, explain it a different way, something.

The psychologist said there could be many reasons why I went into a regression, but she stands by her diagnosis and believes that while I can volunteer, I will most likely not be ever able to handle working in the career field again.

So, glad to be here... I will try to be somewhat friendly.

...I'm just a failure read my recent " Wettened , etc. " and " I'm out ! But..." recent posts for background .

I weary of this crushing non-specific pain of unkown etiology.... it's a vicious circle, I feel bad so I go out, I usually have a good time, then I crash, and I feel bad so I go out, I usually have.... the only drugs that help I get from Willie down the street, he's also my bartender... Synergy is a way of life, it seems to have worked out okay thus far, I earned my BFA in photography as an honor grad. Some days I feel like I'm wading through waist deep pudding and other days you can't hold me back. I see the word 'Normal' appearing all through this thread, if normal means I lose my 140 IQ I will remain the tortured ponce I am.... only wishing for someone to talk with from time to time...