A while ago for the first time, I saw a list of most common characteristics of an Aspergers female child. I was surprised that most of those apply to me.
It is water under the bridge whether I ever receive a diagnosis, since I seem to have adjusted and adapted to this mostly ridiculous artifice of society notwithstanding my “retardation,” as my first grade teacher described it. But I have taken a few of those online tests and each time I’m more honest, I score further into Aspie range. So I decided to go to an adult Aspie support group.
They use an app for people to RSVP. So I RSVPed. I was not brought up in a barn. I probably would have LIKED to be brought up in my own personal barn; but my parents (doing the best they could and probably wisely), rationed my “alone time.” If they had not, I might not even be in this neighborhood.
So, of course, having the good manners of a person who was not brought up in a barn and whose desire to never come out of her room was not indulged by her parents, I was shocked to see a long, contentious, weeklong thread appearing in my mailbox between the moderator and one of the Aspies about why do people have to RSVP. It was a heated, angry conversation – one that I probably had with my parents when I was 12 or 13.
I will not be attending. But maybe I will look into getting diagnosed once I’m on Medicare, since I did not un-RSVP myself.