I think I'm in a grieving process in a strange kind of way. I was diagnosed with autism last month. I'd suspected I was autistic after my son was diagnosed. It makes sense because I've had no friends for 30 years and if I make friends they soon stop talking to me.
I've always thought that I was antisocial or I was doing unintentionally something which meant people didn't like me. Alongside autism I have a condition which means I don't recognise or feel some emotions.
I've had no contact with close family for years and my only real social contact is much older husband and teenage children. The realisation has hit that I'm going to become a solitary older lady who has cats but not support (two cats already). I'm disabled and a carer for an ASC child.
It's all very strange. My family said you've coped fine why do you need to know, should you be driving and should you be caring for a child with autism. I've done this for 12 years with no support. I've done three scientific research degrees with no friends or support but have been at home for ten years. I volunteer in health research.
It's so strange because I really feel that I don't know myself anymore but am wondering if I need to make friends who will understand. I'm not depressed. Just puzzled.
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