I’ve long toyed with the idea that I am somewhere “on the spectrum”. So many things resonate:
The comfort with routines and schedules. It’s why I gravitate so much to a fitness lifestyle: It’s an excuse to eat the same foods each day, to sleep the same time each night, and to do the same workouts consistently week after week.
When I’m not in my predictable routine, I’m completely listless. It’s like I don’t know how to eat like a regular person, or get just a little bit of activity during the day. I’ll skip breakfast, have fast food sometime in the early afternoon, then veg out on the couch at night with some sort of candy.
But if you put me on a regimented schedule (eat at 8:30, 11:30, 2:30, 5:30, workout from 6:30-7:30, eat again at 8 and 9:30), I’m in my comfort zone.
Hell, my favorite part of the week is Saturday morning, when I do my weekend chores. So, so predictable.
The social awkwardness There are a lot of women who, in retrospect, showed romantic interest in me, and who I would have been thrilled to date, who’s signs I totally misunderstood. I think flirtation seemed like people were mocking me.
Part and parcel to that was a strong discomfort with eye contact. I think that accounted for a lot of my social struggles: when somebody would smile at me, I’d respond with studied indifference, pretending I didn’t see them.
I definitely developed social skills by observation, and can totally relate to the idea of masking. At work, when I have to meet with a client, I call it being “professionally charming”, and I have a usual spiel that I use. In court, I’m performing a role; especially in trial, it’s like theatre. But I’m certainly not comfortable - or particularly adept - about discussing myself, or my inner thoughts and feelings, with others.
When I see references to neurodivergent, other things resonate as well. Anxiety and depression? In spades. Gifted child, but prone to procrastination borne out of perfectionism. Precocious reader, and talented writer, happy for the isolation of a book. Relate better to animals than people. Love reading the instruction manual. And maps! Struggle with mental blocks that make some work nearly impossible to complete. Asked for a dictionary as a Christmas present when I was 12.
So; maybe?
Then again, I also once read that early childhood trauma can account for some of these things. Needing structure and struggling with interpersonal relationships might reflect abuse.
And I was sexually abused when I was about 3 or 4, by a neighbor just a few years older (who himself, I am certain, was being molested at home). The was around the time my parents split up, and my dad left the house.
So, maybe not autistic after all.
But I’ll cop to neurodivergence.
As seen on a t-shirt
Ok, that’s not quite true. But it’s a nice sentiment.