Yeah, I'm definitely special needs. I can become a complete disaster in the wrong conditions, even ending up hospitalized. But, I even it out with special contributions. I seem to understand the world differently from the general population, and that perspective helps out sometimes.
On the other hand, being diagnosed in mid-life and having achieved some vocational success even if only for short periods of time, it's hard for me to identify, identify as, or even request special needs. It feels like I'm being an imposter or taking away support from others that need it. I guess it's kind of like a person that found ways to cope and achieve with severe leg pain thinking everyone else was doing the same, but then realized that mostly everyone is not in severe leg pain when they are walking. So now, the person is offered the disability parking spot, but they're like, "Oh, I'm not disabled. I can walk just fine." Ok, but also, if they used that parking spot, they'd:
1. Go to a lot more places
2. Enjoy their outings while they're there rather than stay home or complain about whatever while they're there
3. Not want to take drugs to deal with it while there
4. Get caught up with bad crowds that prey on leg-painers
5. Be happier and healthier overall
6. Contribute freely and rewardingly more often
7. Improve in other areas that are limited due to dedicating extra effort to leg pain
So I guess it's a good thing to consider myself special needs. Just gotta be ready for the gatekeepers with a brilliantly exhausting infodump on autism. "Well actually..."
In summary, I'm switching over to accepting it.
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