Hi!

Hi everyone... just reading a few of the latest posts has helped a lot. I am approaching 40 and was diagnosed 2 years ago. Stuggled with depression cause by traits all my life. Hoping to find ways of coping and eventually improving my quality of life. 

Utterly lost at the moment so any advice would be gratefully received. 

  • Hi, I remain undiagnosed, but am finding answers here and through reading, that bring great relief that I am not just mad or bad. I first had suspicions that I am on the spectrum 14 months ago.

    I have found it difficult to come to terms with having what most people see as a disability, but now that I am, I am getting loads of support here and find that I can talk through issues with like minded people.

    I struggled with depression for many years, which resulted from my innability to get on with those around me. Now I understand why, and I think many of my friends and aquaintances are understanding for the first time. My life has improved because some of those around me have become aware of my difficulties.

    I still have crazy levels of anxiety at times but I am getting to grips with that a little too.

    I would suggest that you read all you can and air your issues here and see what feedback you get. I am finding great reassurance in talking to people who think like I do. I am dealing with things that have bugged me for years.

    Good luck

  • I find working in the garden, short walks surrounded by nature, listening to and watching wildlife, avoiding people, and writing (with a fountain pen) to be helpful.

    As I am a fruit and vegetable gardener, picking (and eating) the produce is also beneficial.  There is a beneficial connection knowing the produce you are picking and eating was grown by you.

    I find sitting in the garden listening to the birds singing and writing is a very good combination.  I write whatever I like: poems, short stories, etc.  For me, the most important part of writing is using a fountain pen as it is, to me, writing with a soul.  Many years ago, I was told:

    "There are two things in life you do not lend: your fountain pen and your wife.  In that order."