Summary of “I Was 35 When I Discovered I’m on the Autism Spectrum. Here’s How It Changed My Life.”

A Danish study published in January 2015 suggests that diagnoses of autism are more frequent because of a broadening of diagnostic criteria over the years, meaning there could be generations of people with autism spectrum disorder who were never diagnosed.
I’d pulled myself out of those spirals before they became too serious.
If a doctor told me I’d never be “Normal,” that my strangeness was something pathological, would that be the excuse I needed to turn into a complete lump?
There were all the times I’d walk away from an encounter with someone new with the overwhelming feeling I’d done something wrong and had no idea what it was.
If someone did get mad at me, I’d obsess over it, frozen in a moment of shame and self-hatred long after the other person had let it go.
Worst of all was that I couldn’t feel excited on almost any level – I’d sit through TV shows and movies like a stone.
For most of my life, I’d been afraid discovering I was on the spectrum meant I was cut off from being able to maintain friendships, professional contacts, a romantic connection.
In August 2015, Dr. P explained, slowly and with caution, that she was moving out of state to join a new practice and to be closer to family, so I’d need to change therapists, and that she’d help with the transition.

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