I’ve got so many things going on in my life right now, but I’m thinking a lot about the idea that I may have autism. The more I read, I learn about people who are similar to me. I’m finding out that it makes more sense than any other explanation for all the different things I deal with or feel on a daily basis. I’ve had these behaviors and feelings and problems my entire life, but I’m just now in my 50s finding out a possible reason why.
I don’t want to jump to any conclusions based on poor information. I don’t want to advertise myself as having autism unless I’m really sure of my self-diagnosis. I don’t want to feel like an imposter and have actually autistic people judge me harshly because I might not have severe enough symptoms.
What I want is to have a hypothesis – that I may be autistic – and then prove or reject based on the evidence rather than just a feeling. I want to do my homework and think it over before I draw a conclusion. The problem is that it feels right. It’s comforting to think I have found some answers. It just fits.
More to come …
Swimming Upstream 