I’ve been thinking a lot about this. Sometimes I don’t understand people and often times they don’t understand me. I take many things literally, I think about stuff in my own way. I love numbers and I have niche hobbies I’m very passionate about. I live inside my own head, I love written communication and I hate speaking on the phone (24/7 silent mode). I get easily anxious and suffer from anxiety disorder. This has been my whole life.
See where I’m getting at with this? In my anxiety I wonder if I could get to the bottom of it and figure out do I have a diagnose for autism. But I’d rather not, because I am somehow not comfortable with the whole idea as I have been only getting used to being a person with anxiety for the past couple of decades. Rather not add more labels for myself in vain.
