Holding On To The Beautiful Words

(Originally the subject matter of this next blog post was to shed light relating to characteristics of a female aspie, but felt compelled to disclose my experiences after posting on Facebook last week. )

Before informing the world about my diagnosis, I spent time uncovering other aspie blogs depicting their experiences with the aftermath of sharing such a personal revelation.   After uncovering their encounters, I was ready for the "Are you sure?",  "Will you grow out of it?", "But it's a male diagnosis?", "Did you go to a real doctor?" or "Should you get a second opinion?" remarks. I was even prepared for the "Rain Man" reference. But I was surprised to find that none of the reactions I had prepared for actually happened.  Instead, I found there to be three types of responses: condemning, narcissistic and supportive.

The last thing you want to do when someone bears their soul admitting to faults and shortcomings is to throw stones at them.  In reality, those stones are simply issues, which do not pertain to the intended target but from the one throwing them. There is no doubt in my mind of the collateral damage caused by my condition. I admit it and own up to this. I aim to reconcile and salvage broken relationships to the best of my abilities, but not when the other party is stuck in the past placing the full blame of a botched friendship as well as their inability to create close relationships on me, refusing to acknowledge their own faults.  I am only interested in moving forward.   As I felt the issues and accusations being hurled towards me, the realization hit that I will not be able to mend every relationship.  And that's OK.  I have no animosity towards someone who attacks me.  I understand and forgive, but it means to move on without them.  It is a relief to recognize this fact giving me a sense of freedom and positive closure. 

I think what surprised me the most though was the overwhelming private messages of people sharing their own personal struggles directly relating to if not one but a couple of the same issues.  Heartfelt individual stories filled with encouragement, love, advice and support providing this woman with a clear and defined insight of comradery.  The advice was profound and inspirational.  Below is a collection of advice, encouragement and list of books from some of those brave souls... advice and information I have already begun to implement and hope equips others with the tools to face obstacles and daily battles:

  • Slow down, breathe and give yourself first the time to adjust to the news.  
  • Research and learn ALL you can about each diagnosis, from ALL sources, not just medical ones, but from people that have the same or similar things.  It is from THEM you will learn the most.  They are living it daily. Doctors tell us textbook answers because that's all they know.
  • Give yourself time to grieve. Yes, I said grieve.  It's ok to be upset and mourn. It doesn't mean you're weak.  It means you are going through the process you need to. 
  • Any chance of ever being normal can be distressing. You might grieve for the person you could have been without autism, or for the person you could have been if you’d been diagnosed as a child. Be prepared for shock, denial, anger, and depression, before you finally reach acceptance. You might whizz through these emotions in a matter of hours or days, or it might take months or even years.
  • Don't feel rushed to fix it and make everything better over night. You need time to figure this all out.
  • Don't be afraid to give yourself whatever you and your family needs to handle this. Always be up front with Scott and the kids. They are in this battle too.  They will have no clue some days what to say or do and that's OK too.  Just tell them you don't either, that you will all learn together. It's OK for our children to know life is not always perfect and can be down right messy at times, but it's how we react to it that matters.
  • Let go of perfectionism.  Don't be hard on yourself.   You are a compassionate person to others, so show that same compassion to yourself.  Don’t go over all the stuff you did wrongly or rightly before you knew you were an aspie. You’ll have done the best you could, and all without a vital piece of self-knowledge. Forgive your old self. Get to know your new self. You are a good and wonderful person, and there’s a whole world of aspies out there waiting to say Hi!
  • When anxious, excuse yourself from the situation and give yourself time to regroup. 
  • When depressed, admit you are sad, giving permission to allow the emotion and know it is OK.  Tomorrow is another day.
  • God created you and knows you more than you do.  He has been and always will be with you through all of this.
  • Remember you are blessed with a kind and understanding man who stands by your side.  Appreciate him, let him know when you need to lean on him.
  • Journal your thoughts: Give permission to yourself to think about things, situations, events and emotions you don't want to and write them down.
  • Some days you will want to tackle the world and other days just getting out of bed will be too much.  Both are equally fine, so don't pressure yourself to feel like Wonder Woman everyday!
  • I think much of what we experience in our lives is to teach a life lesson so we can help others.  I hope that as you go through this part of your journey that you will really hold on to the beautiful words so many of your loved ones have shared with you and know I am here for you if you just need someone to listen without judgment! 

Books Recommended: 

This information comes at the best time possible, especially since at no surprise based on our experiences with Mason, I am having difficulties finding the doctors and treatment needed.  Florida is nowhere prepared for the volume of AS cases, and pray legislators wise up. 

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Blending In

At some point during my adolescence, most likely for an English paper, the question was asked if I could choose any animal to best represent myself, what would it be?  It was an easy choice.  I selected the chameleon because of my ability to blend in with people around me, to become just like everyone else no matter the situation.  Little did I know at that time how true this perception of my persona was.  I learned very quickly as a child to observe those around me before responding and/or reacting to any unknown/unfamiliar environment in fear I would stand out.  I have always felt different but could not express how nor did I even comprehend what it was.  The questions and struggles always remained internal, but my chameleon ability maintained stability and the norm as I continued to interact with the world.  Anytime evidence of my internal true colors started to emerge due to an unexperienced event or situation, it was time to move to another location, another city, another state.  So I had the rare and unique opportunity to start over again when each time my family moved, allowing me to adapt to new surroundings and people while applying corrections to mistakes previously made.  

It required a series of circumstances to cast an outline on this chameleon's shape, bringing me to the brink of exhaustion of performing, of changing to match those around me, to losing who I am after years of mimicking and blending in with others.  It originated from the stress and anxiety of raising two small children - one of which consumed additional time and care, misunderstandings between close family members resulting in strained relationships, creating a photography business resulting in additional anxiety and unexplained animosity from local mom photographers, having Mason diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome, and then living in the same area for almost a decade which translated into no “restarts” to learn from past mistakes.  For the first time in my life, I was (and still am) forced to labor beyond the two to three year time frame previously set on local friendships, and I have failed miserably.  All of this spiraled into increased depression, anxiety and stress. 

As we began the process of having Mason evaluated through clinical interviews, testing and counseling, there were numerous instances when I was hearing issues and behavior about myself as well as my son. During that time I never mentioned it openly to anyone.  My wake up call came from Scott's frustrated statement of why he could not understand my inability to assist our son when I exhibit a plethora of similar traits.  My first response was denial tainted with a tad bit of shock.  How dare he compare me to Mason!  But it was a sobering statement, which quickly prompted this reply… "I can't help him because I don't know how to help myself." It has taken almost three years to gather up courage to make the call for help as well as the patience from a loving husband who desperately longed for his wife to find peace. After clinical interviews and days of testing,  I was officially diagnosed on February 25, 2014 with Asperger’s Syndrome, ADHD, Anxiety Disorder, OCD, Social Phobia and a few others I am not ready to share at this time.  Needless to say this has been extremely emotional, difficult and overwhelming to process, but it is the start of a new beginning, a new journey.

I reveal my findings, my "true self" with you all in hopes for your ability to understand more about who I am, especially if I have wronged you in some way.  I am plagued daily via anxiety regarding this issue simply because I honestly have no idea if I have.  It is a relief to finally know the diagnosis, the ability to reveal a portion of the chameleon to the world, to finally have answers, but a shock to know society classifies these issues as disabled, to have no cure.  Not for one minute do I classify myself as disabled, just different. And why would I need a cure?  What is normal?  I just long for the tools necessary to continue on in this exhausting Neurotypical World.  In the days ahead, I plan to pursue my doctor’s recommendations for treatment, to research and gain as much knowledge about being an Aspie, especially a female one which I have recently discovered is much different from the male counterpart and as to NO surprise - so hard to diagnose.  I also will be blogging about what I have concealed over the past 40 something years as well as future experiences, events and treatment in order for me to process and reflect upon this revelation and in turn hope to help anyone who is or knows of someone who is struggling with AS.  Please feel free to join me in this journey, but be prepared for honest truth while reading this blog.  I may still try to blend in with my surroundings in person, but my thoughts and feelings in these posts will not be camouflaged.

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Just recently diagnosed at the age of 42, a wife, a mom of an Aspie son and Neurotypical daughter, photographer, videographer, former social studies teacher, Sci-Fi Chic Geek, Pinterest addict, Movie Line Quoter, Introvert, Trekkie, Whovian, Chic-Fil-A addict, Chipotle addict, Wonder Woman & Super Hero fan