In 1973 there wasn't any ADD or AS only normal, slow, bad, and ret*d children. That was it, that was all. You really didn't want to be in those last 3 groups. Growing up I had a secret. I had been all four. I had been classified as "ret*d" and transferred to a school for special children, but I got better then I was just "very slow". I tried to act normal so people wouldn't think I was still ret*d. By Highschool I had cheated and charmed my way into honors classes. I was normal enough, but couldn't maintain it and dropped out of highschool. It wasn't until I'd graduated from UCLA that someone told me I was definitely not stupid. Next month we'll have been married for 12 years.
My mom and I both struggled with a "perception problem" (her term). With civil rights came the inalienable right to work and the highest divorce rate in US history. There were a lot of single mothers working without a net and so many bad things happened. Back in the 70's and early 80's the workplace hadn't improved that much for women. If you didn't get along well with the other women (not men, they were the bosses) you'd be fired (she had a lot of jobs). Her experience, along with those of my non-normal compadres and a few of my own experiences instilled me with an unspeakable, palpable, constant terror that still haunts me today.
I was committed to passing for normal. I studied speech pathology, debate, toastmasters and improvisational speech, english and other languages, writing, journalism, business writing, psychology, sociological psycology, acting, voice, sight reading, diction, music theory, anger management, mediation and negotiation techniques, eastern philosophy, meditation, music performance, cultural anthropology, linguistics, law, philosphy, interpersonal and mass media, performance evaluation feedback, market research, social science research techniques, mentorships, executive training, meeting management, marketing, time management and above all cognitive and behavioral analysis. I did all this to understand how people create and maintain perceptions so I could manipulate their impression of me.
Funny thing happened, I hated being normal. I despised NT's and became very critical of myself and others. I was so tired of trying, but so scared not to that I had to seek help. Around 1998 I went through a 12 hour neuropsych battery to clear up once and for all if there was something I had to compensate for. The results? "You either are highly intelligent with a learning disability or you don't have one and are in the normal range of intelligence. Tests aren't good enough to distinguish between the two yet, but you could try again in a few years. There wasn't any diagnosis back then and children learn to blend in, especially girls. It's almost impossible to diagnose an adult especially without early records. You're actually very lucky. You don't have to tell anyone. A lot of businesses don't follow the letter of the law. It's sad, but that's the way it is." I have never met an adult known to have AS or autism, and I'm 39.
I have a successful career and good marriage, but I feel competely cut off from the world. It's hard to know what you are when you've worked so hard at hiding it. Things are different now, people are more tolerant of differences. Technology has enabled communities to coalesce when before that was not possible. My deepest thanks to anyone who reads for being the wonderful way you are and thanks also to sites like this so I don't have to be alone anymore.