Saying Hello To My Neurodivergence
An old friend with a new name
Somehow over the course of evolution, humans decided that there is a societal baseline for normalcy. I’ve always known that I don’t meet the criteria, but I’ve never quite understood why.
A few months ago, I’d decided to go back to therapy for the typical stuff — relationships, jobs, friendships, life — and found myself gravitating towards more exploration of my psyche. After all, what more to make you question your mental well-being than interpersonal drama?
I’d been curious about ADHD for several years and my therapist had a good reference. Thanks to a nasty snowboarding fall this year, it was covered almost in full by my insurance.
The testing was like some scene out of an off-brand independent film. In my first session, I combined blocks and jumped through strange word association exercises. In my second, the testing felt even more off-brand. I was asked to read a story without words and create other descriptive scenarios.
Say hello to autism.
I’m a 33-year-old social butterfly. I have a nasty habit of over-booking myself with get-togethers and outings. I consider myself an emotionally intelligent and intuitive human. I’m not exactly the poster child for Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD).
