Hi All
I got my diagnosis about ten years ago when I was about 50, as a result of taking my daughter (eight years old at the time) for her assessment.
I was confused, depressed, and sometimes inexplicably angry and lonely, even though I was married.
Her results fitted my experiences so closely that I applied for a test myself. My whole childhood and adolescence suddenly made sense!
I became at peace with who I am, and have no qualms with being unsociable (NOT ANTIsocial, I don't mind being in groups so long as I'm not called on to contribute).
My daughter, who is now at college, wears her ASD as a form of Super Power, and is defiantly unapologetic.
I went through my own personal Hell, but if I hadn't, then I wouldn't be where I am now.
I wouldn't want to change anything about who I am now (except, perhaps, being able to dance...), and I count myself as one of the lucky ones.
Cheers
Steve
