Diagnosed at 50....and need friends who understand

Quick introduction.

I’m a 51 year old female (creak) who was diagnosed just over a year ago, and who needs friends.

Maybe I’m not allowed to say that? I don’t know!!! Not sure I know anything any more...Smile

While my diagnosis explained a lot, it also opened the doors to loads of questions. I’d masked all my life, had a “good” job, been in relationships, helped people, had a child....yet I suddenly felt I wasn’t the person I thought I was.

How do you get your head round that? 

Anyway...here I am, wondering - after a lifetime of blips - if I’m even worth knowing, while realising it would make the most sense to make friends in the neurodiverse world. 

Can you sense my confusion?

I hate the term “high functioning” as I believe it hides so many enormous struggles, but I have to admit I am it...or I appear to be just that. 

There you have it. It’d be nice to get to know some new people, so please say hi....

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  • Hi, I'm 59 and was diagnosed in February. I have not really experienced any confusion since diagnosis. I think largely because I did so much research into autism before the assessment, that it was just a confirmation of what I already knew. I realise that I have been autistic from birth, I just didn't know until recently. I'm exactly the same person, with the same traits, difficulties and limitations, but now I know why. I now have a peg to hang my psyche on. If anything, the realisation that there is a neurological reason for many of my problems has allowed me to forgive myself for shortcomings in the past, and to be a little more lenient in the present.

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  • Hi, I'm 59 and was diagnosed in February. I have not really experienced any confusion since diagnosis. I think largely because I did so much research into autism before the assessment, that it was just a confirmation of what I already knew. I realise that I have been autistic from birth, I just didn't know until recently. I'm exactly the same person, with the same traits, difficulties and limitations, but now I know why. I now have a peg to hang my psyche on. If anything, the realisation that there is a neurological reason for many of my problems has allowed me to forgive myself for shortcomings in the past, and to be a little more lenient in the present.

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