Earlier this year, I was finally diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder. It gave me a lot of relief, and I’m sure that is the case for many people who are diagnosed later in life. No more feeling like I’m on the wrong planet. No more wondering why I process so slowly. No more wondering why I cannot pull myself away from my main special interest (psychological disorders), and no more wondering why everything becomes a blur and mix of noises when I enter crowds or drive.
The picture posted above was one I worked on a few years ago. It’s me. It tries to convey my feelings about being “out of this world”. I hope I never happen to lose this photo. It reminds me of how I’ve managed to live my life without a firm identity. I did it, but it was much more painful then, than it is now that I know there are others who feel the same.
Being a female who is relatively “high functioning”, I am lucky that I have a brilliant therapist and doctor as a treatment team. We’ve worked together for years and I can’t imagine where I’d be without them.