This isn’t your normal autism spectrum story…but then again, I’ve never claimed to be normal.
When people look at my life, there are a few pieces that seemed almost irrelevant growing up…but hint at something.
Although most of my good friends know I was homeschooled, I actually went to public school for two years. During those two years, in addition to music, recess, and gym, I had a few other things on my first-and-second-grade schedule. Speech therapy. Occupational therapy. A fourth-grade math book. Being in the ‘gifted’ group. Being moved from one classroom to another in my first week of first grade. (For the longest time, I was told that the two teachers both wanted to have my twin and I in the same class. Found out much later that they wanted neither one of us.)
During my college days (or slightly thereafter), my mom commented that she thought I was borderline Aspergers.
I’ve looked it up since then. The jury (of one) is still undecided.
Social interaction issues? Not that I recall.
Restricted interests? No.
Speech issues? Some.
Some of the minor ones (motor skills – took months to learn how to ride a bike; childhood sleep issues – it always took me a long time to go to sleep)
Was this the tradeoff for my smarts? (high school grad at 15, bachelor’s at 19, above-average ACT/SAT scores.)
A friend of ours is an occupational therapist…I think she wants to see both me and…well, that’s another story.
Do I want to know? Yes.
Does it really matter? I don’t know.
If you were told that you could be on the Autism Spectrum, would you want to know?