tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319240339041782268.post2625614972789939771..comments2018-04-10T15:03:25.061-07:00Comments on The Pieces Fit!: So it begins...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10487984587689175738noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319240339041782268.post-2297807145178904052014-09-06T13:41:44.833-07:002014-09-06T13:41:44.833-07:00thank you for sharing your story. i do relate so m...thank you for sharing your story. i do relate so much, especially the ocd got my attention and the way you are figuring yourself out ;)<br />am looking forward to read your other blog posts but have to save them for another time.<br /><br />xXxAllyssonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12597626887263992058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319240339041782268.post-25676290930785766192014-03-30T08:22:18.096-07:002014-03-30T08:22:18.096-07:00Thanks, everyone :DThanks, everyone :DAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10487984587689175738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319240339041782268.post-6190689768525439352014-03-29T23:59:15.194-07:002014-03-29T23:59:15.194-07:00So glad you finally got the answers you were looki...So glad you finally got the answers you were looking for! I'm interested in hearing more about your OCD as well. Have you seen the documentary OC87? Anyway, your story reminds me of mine a bit. I remember in elementary school during recess I would hop around from people/group to people/group trying to figure out who would play with me. Most of the time I just seemed to annoy people when trying to play. I remember playing a lot by myself, swinging on swings, or standing on the X. The X was a place for bad kids where you had to stand on the X and watch all of the others play during recess. I also remember in kindergarten there was this barbie head where you could put make up on it or do it's hair. There were these girls fighting over it. I ended up taking it and cutting all of the hair off of it, lol. I got reprimanded for doing that. Yes things became more and more different as I got older. Since my early 20s things have been more different than they ever were, meaning I feel more different than I ever have. You and I are thankful to the same person who helped us to find out about Aspergers Syndrome. Thanks Kate! One more thing…I've started learning disability testing…although I haven't started or completed testing yet…just did intake…the lady suspects ADHD. Now how do we know if we have ADHD or if we have Aspergers if these things are similar? It seems like every condition like OCD and ADHD, etc. are given to people before diagnosed of Aspergers, but now I'm having someone tell me I might have ADHD.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07392687408752728407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319240339041782268.post-24642449684980327192014-03-29T20:27:37.491-07:002014-03-29T20:27:37.491-07:00Amazing post Sue. You just wrote my life story. Se...Amazing post Sue. You just wrote my life story. Seriously. But I would have been pissed off if I got a dx of AS eight or however long years ago and the n guy didn't dx Asperger's then. But that's just me... Congratulations and yes welcome to the club =)Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04931944728963114472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319240339041782268.post-4436457407480584692014-03-29T12:55:12.789-07:002014-03-29T12:55:12.789-07:00Congratulations on your diagnosis and welcome to t...Congratulations on your diagnosis and welcome to the club :-)<br /><br />I never understood the girls at school, and still don't, heh. I think my experience with school was worse because I had outbursts (probably due to sensory overload), which made the bullying all the worse. I hate make up, too, and only wear it if I absolutely have to. I'm more of a tomboy, too - cuts, scraps, bruises, mud, and blood don't bother me. I still have no clue how shoes, clothes, and the like can be "cute".<br /><br />I enjoyed reading - keep writing! :-)Serenityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10650101901884658415noreply@blogger.com