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Related: About this forumI have had a startling and comforting revelation today.
After reading online and watching some videos, I believe that I have autism, the high functioning kind.
As I read and confirmed the traits of someone with autism, I was checking off the boxes, immediately remembering instances and experiences from my childhood, adolescence, early adulthood, up to now.
Until now, I just shrugged off these memories as growing pains, but I never let go of them. Stuff that didn't make sense, such as unduly walking on tiptoes, being a very finicky eater, talking in a singsong voice, and more. And these things drove my father crazy, agitating him. (I'm also wondering whether my father was a high-functioning autistic individual as well.)
I don't have these traits (to my knowledge) at this time, although autism never leaves you; you just learn to manage it if you're high-functioning.
It's comforting because to me, it explains a lot of personal imponderables.
I'm not going to go to a psychiatrist for a formal diagnosis. First, it's not worth the expense to me. Second, I can live with this revelation.
But today, it just feels weird. I see it as assuming a new identity and not as a deficit.

CaliforniaPeggy
(153,599 posts)After all, you just realized it. You're not really used to thinking about it this way, yet.
Time will allow you to become accustomed to your "new" self.
I suspect that eventually you will become familiar with yourself.
no_hypocrisy
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CaliforniaPeggy
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pansypoo53219
(22,138 posts)luckily i never gave a hoot about others opinions.
murielm99
(31,859 posts)She is very high functioning. She takes ADHD medication and also has MS. She has no ongoing problems with MS. She has a successful business, working from home. She has a very loving and supportive husband.
Her diagnosis came as no surprise to me.
no_hypocrisy
(51,303 posts)Also a "picky eater". He would only (and I mean ONLY) EAT boiled hot dogs with their skins peeled off, spaghetti with butter, and mashed potatoes. As for the latter, he would refuse to eat them if there was even the tiniest speck of unmashed potato, which he would call a "bump". Velvet smooth in texture or nothing. Mom finally surrendered to instant potatoes to get him to eat. When he finally tried and liked hamburger, our father practically declared it a national holiday.
And in his case, he was obsessed with construction trucks, e.g., backhoe, dump truck, bulldozer, crane, front loader, excavator, crane, etc. His favorite bedtime story was Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel. It was an obsession, not an interest. He had a collection of toy Tonka construction trucks as well.
And now that he's an adult, he's an omnivore and followed his high interest in construction trucks for a career by becoming an engineer.