There are a million different ways to answer the question ‘Who Am I?’ I could say my name, my sex, my job title, my hair color, my marital status, my zodiac sign, my college major, blah, blah, blah….
I am, first and foremost, myself. I am not a label. I am not a title. I am not the property of a boyfriend, girlfriend, parent, boss, government, friend, or enemy. I am only what I define myself as. If you wish to label me, perhaps doing so would more effectively place a label on you.
Secondly, I am a young adult with Aspergers Syndrome. I was diagnosed during the summer I turned ten years old. Through extensive social skills training, hard pushes from my parents, many shed tears, ups, downs, and turnarounds, you couldn’t pick out my AS if you met me on the street today. I am a fully functional member of society who just happens to be quirky and have a rather awkward affinity for eating the cheese on the pizza separately from the crust.
I am a college graduate, I am holding down a steady job which I love, and I have a boyfriend who I’ve been happily together with for over a year. In my spare time I love drawing, painting, reading (like a mad librarian), writing, watching British TV Shows, and doing needlepoint. Yes, needlepoint.
The only real times my autism shows anymore is under stress. Irrationality may overpower my ability to calmly think through a tough scenario, and this is due to the fact that I am ruled by my passion and emotions. This, sadly, led to a co-morbid eating disorder in my late teens and early 20s.
But on the plus side, I’m full of energy, creative, intelligent, perky, artistic, open-minded, liberal, and passionate about both my work and hobbies. And cats. Cats are my kryptonite. I want to hug them all. Hug all the kitties. Yes.
So join me, all ye who wander here, and I’ll show you the world through a different eye. But be warned: the things you read here cannot be unread.
And do have a nice day!