Xenorere wrote:
Oh wow, you didnt know most your life then. I almost wish they didnt have a name for it and rather just accept that some people are weird and different. And yeah, I used to be good at building legos and thinking up anything to build, but I have no legos left >.<
I was 64 in 2019 when I was diagnosed as
Autism Spectrum Disorder, Level 1 (Mild) with an additional note that I also satisfied the criteria
previously associated with
Asperger's Syndrome. However, that diagnosis would not have been possible before 2013, the year the
Autism Spectrum was added to the
DSM and that I turned 59.
Prior to that my diagnosis would have simply been
Asperger's Syndrome. But
that diagnosis would not have been possible before 1994, the year
Asperger's Syndrome was added to the DSM and that I turned 40.
Prior to
that there would've been no official diagnosis that applied to me.
One of my sisters works as a nanny for special needs children. In 2018 she happened to have one of those children with her when she visited our then-still-alive Dad. That kid was suspected but not formally diagnosed to be Autistic. Dad is reported to have said more than once that the kid was doing the same "weird" things I used to do...I was that kid's age in the 1950s. So, yeah, prior to 1994 I was just "weird".
And, you are right, just being "weird" did not have the same impact that a formal diagnosis might've had. For instance, a formal diagnosis might've kept me out of the military and thereby have prevented the very good things that being in the military did for me.
But, like I said, I got my diagnosis in 2019. I'd been completely retired since 2011! And I think by the 90s I had probably established myself well-enough that the diagnosis would have been a novelty, not an impediment. The main reason I went for the diagnosis was I wanted to know. I suspected there really was some difference between me and other people and I wanted to verify my suspicion.
A few years sooner might've been nice, though. Dad turned 88 in 2018 and passed away when he was 92. I came darn close to not getting the essential clue that lead to my diagnosis. I feel lucky to have beaten the odds and to have gotten my diagnosis. And I am still sad that I can't talk to Dad...who would've had no interest in the diagnosis because he turned 64 in 1994 and would've had no interest in some new-fangled novelty. He was fine with me being "weird".
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When diagnosed I bought champagne!
I finally knew why people were strange.