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⌈ Secret Post #5440 ⌋

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Re: What is your dysfunction?

[(Anonymous)]

I feel you on the dyscalculia thing, and I'm sorry your sleep schedule doesn't match up with the "acceptable" one.

I've never been officially diagnosed with anything, partially because I have off the charts anxiety about a lot of stuff including seeing doctors.

I had autistic (male) classmates in grade school so I never thought I might be autistic. Then one day when I was in high school my mom came home with a newspaper clipping about people with Asperger syndrome and said "look, I found you!" and I read the article, ticking mental boxes and going "shit fuck oh no" the whole time, and proceeded to have an autistic meltdown because I knew, and my classmates knew, that there was stuff wrong with me, but if they knew one of the wrong things sounded like "ass-burger," I would literally never hear the end of it from bullies.

Now that anti-bullying campaigns have gained some traction and Aspergers has been folded back into autism as a diagnosis, and there's more awareness that autism can present differently in girls and women, hopefully school kids in my situation have it easier these days.

I was born way underweight and early, and the team of doctors who saved my life, and the ones doing follow up studies of premies, warned my parents I might be a vegetable. Reading up on preterm babies as an adult, the prevalence of autism spectrum disorder and ADHD is something like 3x higher in preterm girls than the general population, and I tick most boxes for both, but I don't know that these kinds of studies had been done yet when I was born.

The doctors stopped worrying about the vegetable thing when toddler me was brought in for yet another cognitive test and asked to point to an apple in a picture book. I did, then started reading "Johnny picked a big, red apple" out loud.

One of my two remaining blood relatives is a psychologist, and when I mentioned it to him (he's been retired for years and never worked with autistic or minor clients) he said he'd always assumed I was just brain damaged. Thanks, I guess?

Throw in a weird and sometimes abusive upbringing (my parents had their own issues; mom survived her dad being an incestuous rapist by becoming an alcoholic, and thought my dad was a great guy in comparison, dad was obsessed with healthy eating and exercise to a literally insane, put child me on starvation diets of unseasoned raw green veggies and toxic amounts of dodgy nutritional supplements degree, was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia in his 50s, and committed suicide after becoming an addict of any hard drugs he could get his hands on and threw himself into traffic. Mom had a race to drink herself to death before one of her grab bag of cancers could kill her; the cancer won, barely) and now I have horrible disordered eating habits, executive dysfunction out the whazoo, and am a hoarder.