Hi @MoonGal. Yep, yep yep.
first diagnosed and treated for serious depression at 4 years old... Range of "psychosomatic" illnesses and self harming during primary school, some OCD like traits, ongoing 'odd' behaviours throughout childhood, (an abusive mother who had untreated bipolar disorder and a narcissistic? Or borderline? personality disorder and an ineffective father), difficulty making and sustaining friendships, extremely high IQ but difficulty making decisions and tendency to avoid 'risk' (by which I mean always accepting the most straightforward option because of fear, but then turning that option into a major nightmare), overly unsuccessful life. Plus chronic pain, chronic fatigue which self replicate all the already hard stuff.... Several unsuccessful suicide attempts, constant suicidal thoughts, feeling that my life is crap and I'm somehow not managing to make anything of my life chances (despite people's comments about me being an exceptional mother...)
diagnosed with autism (Asperger type/ high functioning) in early 40s; as result of diagnoses of my 3 kids.
all i'm good for is ensuring my kids have a significantly better life than I've had. I won't allow my sons or even more so my daughter to be treated like a piece of shirt. I refuse to make them undertake extra curricular activities to try to enforce social connectedness. None of my children have friends. But at least they don't have to do activities with groups of other kids who don't like them, or actively bully them. It kills me that I have produced children who's lives might be like mine. I'm trying hard to ensure that their experiences are significantly better than mine. That their lives are pleasant. Mine isn't. I'm either falling asleep all the time because of the medication to control my pain, nauseous because of the medication to control my mood, in too much pain because I can't bear another week of sleep so I reduce my pain meds.
i have begun thinking that if I'd been properly diagnosed as a kid, perhaps some of the shirt from 49.5 years might have been avoided. I dropped out of my (almost completed in sociology/disability) Ph.D. not long after my first baby's birth. He was a "difficult" baby; extremely high needs and I developed postnatal depression (ironically he was born during one of my very few periods of low depression and reasonable self esteem). When I saw signs of autism, I was repeatedly told that I was seeing things that weren't there;that I was too sensitive to autistic signs due to my academic profile.... I wasn't. Two more babes, neither planned nor unwanted, and then the beginning of my marriage breakdown.
in 1970, except in severe cases or examples of non pathological muteness, autism was rarely diagnosed amongst girls. And Asperger type autism only happened to boys.... We girls show our autism in many ways, many of them different to the boys. It's easier for girls to 'disguise' social awkwardness; I actually doubt any of us disguise it. People just don't see it. Our social inabilities are hiding in plain view. Let me explain via a vignette I observed the other day at my daughter's school.
Miss 9 is going through some significant school refusal atm. In order to avoid disrupting her learning, for the first few days of school this year (after over a week of total refusals with self harming) she attended only from 9am till morning recess. On the second day of recess collection I go into the school to collect her, and teacher tells me she's outside, "playing chasey with other children". Really? My daughter hates chasey, it's a family trait... So, teacher and I move out to the school yard to observe miss, "playing happily". Obvious immediately to me, she was not playing with other children, nor was she happy. She was running from one tree to another, hugging the tree, then running to the next, for a hug. There was no interaction between her and the other children; they were oblivious to her. She was getting her fix of 'human companionship' by hugging the trees... even when I decoded this for (a very experienced teacher) the teacher was still unable to see what was directly before her.
my daughter has graduated to staying at school until lunch time. Lunch time is the most significantly frightening part of the day for someone who has no friends, especially when that person knows they don't understand the rules of the playground. Even those children she was friends with earlier in her education don't play with her any more. She is still developmentally playing alongside others, rather than taking part in the unfathomable fluidity of grade 4 complexity in games. Either she walks with the duty teacher (as her brothers both did at the same developmental stage, she plays with the prep and first grade children, or she tries to look like she's happy playing alone. It is heart breaking.
each of my children has a best friend; but not a human one. Two of three have bonded with dogs, and all 3 call their iPads their best friends. I've always relied on animals. And goth rock.
aspergers/ autism with self reflection and awareness (which is really what Aspergers is) is a totally shirtful lonely experience. We are seen as weird. We do often cultivate that weirdness because it's one of the easy things for us, and weirdness hides a lot of personality 'defects'. We know people see us as odd or worse, we know we are deficient in social behaviours, but by and large, we don't know how to become ordinary... We often flock to the fringes, because there is more acceptance there. For those who can't imagine life as an Asperger type autistic person, here's an example; you go out dancing with a paid worker, because otherwise you either go alone or you stay at home. The paid worker easily meets and converses with people at the club, gets chatted up, even though it's not their scene and they are "working" to support pathetic weirdo who has no friends. Asperwoman or asperman dances to fave music (alone) cannot sustain conversations, cannot begin conversations either. Asperperson is on high because of the music, but week in week out, still no friends, but heaps of crap from associates because "at your age" you behave unusually, still... You still play alongside others, still can't follow the fluidity of people's games (even though afterwards when you dissect what happened retrospect helps you uncover the missing cues, you can't locate them next time it happens...)
anyway, I'm in a shirt place atm. I'm noticing my moods are cyclic, and my headspace conversations change with the cycle. I'm requesting assessment for possible bipolar disorder. It could answer some more questions, but actually I think that a predisposition to depression, bipolar, low self esteem, social isolation, etc, etc, might all actually be the true story of Aspergers/autism. And I so dearly hope that by actively giving my kids tools from a young age will help them avoid the intense negativity I have experienced. (I am also on a wash out between ceasing one antidepressant and beginning a new one which my medical team think might help me, so apologies for the negative tone...I try to at least appear 'positive' if only for my children's well being.)
and in this mega down cycle, I've rediscovered lovely, lovely dave grohl (nirvana, foo fighters). And I'm still loving frank turner.... Music is my thing