Schwanensee said:
I haven't seen too many of your posts, but from what I've noticed, it wouldn't surprise me. I'm not autistic myself (though I got 31 on that test...heh) but I've met a lot of autists due to my brother being autistic. We used to go to a lot of...I don't know how to say it...conventions? Like, weekend long meetings for parents of autistic kids to get more informations on new studies or treatments (this is less for people with aspergers and more for those who can't really live a normal life) so it's slightly easier for me to "spot" those with autism...gosh, that sounds so rude, I swear, I don't mean to be! Just, I recognize certain behavioural patterns. And you do display some of them, even in the way you write. So, I see where people are coming from.
Good, because, that's not rude. I can spot, "family," out of a lineup, too.
I'm not formally diagnosed, either, but, I probably won't be, because, when you take Asperger's/HFA, and put it in a body that has to push a wheelchair, or, hold onto a walker, and flapping becomes impossible, all the sudden, the, "white coats," can't spot it as easily anymore.:lol: Yeah, my stims are, largely, (but not to the exclusion of all others,) vocal and verbal, so, good luck to them recognizing them as stims!
Mom said it best this way.
"If Stephen Hawking had been born needing his chair, and his Dynavox, would we know if the voice he heard when he read silently, had a stutter?"
Given some childhood things I remember, and some of the things I go through now, I have it, or I'm gonna sprout wings from my ass!
When I was little, and they'd brush my hair, or my teeth, I remember thinking, "Don't they know this is painful!?"
I remember often times, trying to cheer dad up, because he seemed angry, and not knowing me not shutting up is why.
I was very sensitive to cold, still am, and jeans used to trap so much cold air against my legs, that I kid you not, I'd puke. Stupid adults thought it was because I didn't want to go to school! NTs, feh!
I remember being in the car, and grandma asking why I was more interested in looking at my lap, than what was out the window, or why I always ate 1 thing on my plate at a time.
In elementary, the kids I was friends with, wanted anything to do with, were in Special Education. They never got to come over, because my aunt was scared of any disabled kid that wasn't me! Looking back, the only reason I had, even school friends, back then, was because, in elementary, all social interactions are shepherded by adults. In middle and high school, I used to think I had friends laughing with me, and one day, I realized it was at me, and I had maybe 2 friends. I imagine if I didn't have CP, the teasing would've been way worse. Picking on the Aspie kid is expected. They look normal --- ish, most of the time, but picking on the wheelchair kid is a bit more frowned upon.
Recently, well, not too recently, I got really bad, almost like a vertigoie feeling, because it was Thanksgiving, and all the family we like showed up, and it was noisey, and bright, and just way too little space for all those people. I love them. I don't call them family otherwise, but I needed my room, my quiet, dark room, to sort myself out. You and I have the same score, 36. I can see it in how you, and many of us here, write, too. If we're not both Spectrumites, I'm not sitting here.