I originally came here as someone undiagnosed, with an idea that I might be on the spectrum (esp when my mom admitted she'd tried to have my grandparents take me into a doctor for possible autism when I was a kid). I also came, because I suspected my daughter was on the spectrum too, but she is also like a personality clone of me. There was one crucial difference. My mom is bipolar, and I am pretty sure my ex husband was too. My daughter has had depression issues since a very young age. She used to refer to "the empty feeling" at like age three. Depression is reasonably common in Apsie women though, and based on her other traits, we're discovering her depression stems more from that aspect than from being bipolar. Chances are she will still need medication to help, but she doesn't do the emotional roller coaster in ways that are like those experienced by bipolar people. Hers require definite triggers, often related to disruption of her routine or her involvement in special interests.
I've stayed, because I like discussing issues many of us share. As someone that recently returned to my home town, I've reunited with old friends, and made some new ones (mainly through the old friends). The trouble is, the ones I used to know have known me since elementary school, and don't relate to why I am, the way I am. To them, I'm just quirky, and they don't get how irritating it can be to receive that as a reason for why I do act the way I do. I adore them, but I get annoyed by the "u so funny" and "goofy" labels I receive at the age of nearly 36. The ones that actually work in special education, new friends, don't understand how it fits in relation to an adult.