59 year old and not assessed

Hi, yes, I'm 59 and I've never benn formally assessed for Autism, and nowadays I have learned to adjust and have coping strategies for social situations, and the avoidance of the same. I have a partner, and a 10 yo daughter, I have a good job and on th eoutside all looks rosy - but that's not the whole picture is it.

I have no "mates" - in my whole life I have never ever instigated a social meet-up with a friend, the ideas of having to meet 121 or in a group for a regular social chit-chat both scares and makes me feel trapped. People have tried in the past to form matey relationships, but I have always batted them away, or failed somehow.

That's ok - I ma not lonely - I have plenty of friends/associates at work and I can handle that as the relationships are defined by where we are and what we do and it never overlaps into out-of-work so it's all good.

My childood was . . . odd. So were my teens, and my 20's and right up into my mid 30's I was still struggling. When I was 23 I worked in a open plan office and several of my workmates took it upon themselves to role pay "sarcasm" for me as I just did not get it. Funny looking back, I was just cosidered eccentric and I have played on that all my life - making a joke out of it witghout ever knowing what "it" was.

I dropped out of school when I was 17 as it was all getting too much, found jobs where I worked on my own, then over the years moved into jobs where i worked around people. I used to apologise to people wh sat near me because I couldn't talk small talk like  everyone else, ha ha, I can now but it's taken a long long time.

Later I moved into freelance working because that meant that I could move on when I found myself socially floundering - as everywehere I went I found a small number of people who liked me for myself, an equal number of peoole who really disliked me for the same reasons, and a whole raft of people who I just confised, or whatever.  

My partner wants to get married, but I can't do that as it fills me with dread, she wants me to have a party for my 60th: no thanks, she wants me to go out with friends on my own - that will never happen. I not unsociable but anything that centres on my and might illustrate the gaping hole in my social network I have to avoid, and protect the illusions and barries i hae built around me.

I am considering applying for a diagnosis, not for myself, mostly for my partner (although she doesn't know) but I'm afraid of opening up to a GP for fear of being knocked-back, like I said I now how coping strategies so that is what they wil see - not the me inside or the historical me who almost 60 years of back story.

I dunno.

Someone tell me - what am I thinking?

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  • Tom wrote "I suppose it really, in the end, comes down to the individual and what they want.  Plenty of people don't bother with a diagnosis because they don't see the point, or don't want a label, or manage well enough without it.  I wanted it, in the main, for that validation.  And to help me to put my life into context and understand it much better than I had before. "

    I guess if I'm totally honest I am mostly wanting to make sense of my life, I am wanting it for that validation. However I absolutely do not want to be defined by a label so even if I obtained a positive diagnosis would I ever make it known to anyone but my closest family? Would I even tell my daughter? I suspect not.


    Yours and everybody's comments have made me think about this again. I guess that's in part because I was never expecting you all to accept me so quickly, or to accept me at all to be quite honest. But the more I read around these forums the more I recognise myself and my life in the words and experiences of what others have written. It's proving to be an unexpectedly emotive journey, so I totally "get" why going through a lengthy formal diagnosis would be traumatic.


    I apologise in advance for the remainder of this post; but as I said in an earlier post I've mostly  "got by" by trying to pass off my "traits" as humour. Here's three that occurred yesterday:


    • At work (a big open plan office) the fire alarm test went off (it does that at 15:30 every Friday) - as usual I freaked, screamed out loud, jolted, but on this occasion I was holding a cup of water that spilt everywhere. Lots of laughs all round.

    • At lunch people were talking about a  comedian on TV (I won't mention his name) and something I said alerted them to the fact that I thought that the TV character was real, which I did, and then one of my workmates got visibly angry because he thought I was taking the p**s (I get that a lot).

    • My partner was discussing a weekend away that we had planned and said that we still has to "book it", but my (stupid) brain heard "bucket" and so I confronted her almost angrily asking why we were now talking about "buckets". And I really did want to know. Why do I do that!! She thinks I have a really puerile sense of humour but I don't I just taken things I hear literally - I can't help it. Wish I could.


    They've been several bad incidents as well but I don't want to end on a down note.


    Sorry if the above sounds flippant, it's just that I'm not used to being taken seriously so bear with me please.

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  • Tom wrote "I suppose it really, in the end, comes down to the individual and what they want.  Plenty of people don't bother with a diagnosis because they don't see the point, or don't want a label, or manage well enough without it.  I wanted it, in the main, for that validation.  And to help me to put my life into context and understand it much better than I had before. "

    I guess if I'm totally honest I am mostly wanting to make sense of my life, I am wanting it for that validation. However I absolutely do not want to be defined by a label so even if I obtained a positive diagnosis would I ever make it known to anyone but my closest family? Would I even tell my daughter? I suspect not.


    Yours and everybody's comments have made me think about this again. I guess that's in part because I was never expecting you all to accept me so quickly, or to accept me at all to be quite honest. But the more I read around these forums the more I recognise myself and my life in the words and experiences of what others have written. It's proving to be an unexpectedly emotive journey, so I totally "get" why going through a lengthy formal diagnosis would be traumatic.


    I apologise in advance for the remainder of this post; but as I said in an earlier post I've mostly  "got by" by trying to pass off my "traits" as humour. Here's three that occurred yesterday:


    • At work (a big open plan office) the fire alarm test went off (it does that at 15:30 every Friday) - as usual I freaked, screamed out loud, jolted, but on this occasion I was holding a cup of water that spilt everywhere. Lots of laughs all round.

    • At lunch people were talking about a  comedian on TV (I won't mention his name) and something I said alerted them to the fact that I thought that the TV character was real, which I did, and then one of my workmates got visibly angry because he thought I was taking the p**s (I get that a lot).

    • My partner was discussing a weekend away that we had planned and said that we still has to "book it", but my (stupid) brain heard "bucket" and so I confronted her almost angrily asking why we were now talking about "buckets". And I really did want to know. Why do I do that!! She thinks I have a really puerile sense of humour but I don't I just taken things I hear literally - I can't help it. Wish I could.


    They've been several bad incidents as well but I don't want to end on a down note.


    Sorry if the above sounds flippant, it's just that I'm not used to being taken seriously so bear with me please.

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