What was your life like before you knew you were autistic?

There have been quite a few comments recently since the recent documentaries about the experiences of those of us who are older. This made me wonder how my life would have been like had I known why some things were difficult. I spent a lot of my life wishing I could relate to others more easily, like others I came in contact with.  I guess since knowing I have wished less to be like others and tried to accept how I am. 

I had some interesting experiences in my younger days, including a few trips to interesting places abroad. I am glad I have those memories. However today I find a lot of ordinary things challenging and am happy to be at home a lot of the time. I have always found home to be my safe place, but occasionally managed to go beyond my comfort zone.

How have others found the change since knowing they were autistic?

Parents
  • I never did have any long-suffered friends, only relationships of a purely convenient nature, life outside of diagnosis for me was a negative-automatic limbo. 
    Where employment was concerned, they were purely exploitative contracts, that ended the moment my development came into question. 
    Any changes that I tried to enact in my life, were seen by others as a waiting game, for when my inspiration ran out and I conformed. As people realised that waiting for me to become useful again over time, was a fruitless endeavour, they became frustrated and sought to punish me or prevent me from being a liability to them.  
    I think by the time that I had a diagnosis the neurotypical world, had already consigned me to the dustbin, they doubted that I was likely to level-out or succeed.

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  • I never did have any long-suffered friends, only relationships of a purely convenient nature, life outside of diagnosis for me was a negative-automatic limbo. 
    Where employment was concerned, they were purely exploitative contracts, that ended the moment my development came into question. 
    Any changes that I tried to enact in my life, were seen by others as a waiting game, for when my inspiration ran out and I conformed. As people realised that waiting for me to become useful again over time, was a fruitless endeavour, they became frustrated and sought to punish me or prevent me from being a liability to them.  
    I think by the time that I had a diagnosis the neurotypical world, had already consigned me to the dustbin, they doubted that I was likely to level-out or succeed.

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