Today I got my official diagnosis. Asperger's syndrome, at 31.
My feelings about it are mixed. For years I was sure this was not about me, that I was just tired, or difficult, or not trying hard enough. Then about a year ago I hit an autistic burnout, the kind where you cannot pretend anymore, and I started digging into myself for real.
Now there is a piece of paper that says what I had slowly started to suspect. Part of me feels relief, because so many things finally make sense. Another part of me keeps rereading my whole past with this new filter, and that part is not so calm.
I will need some time to sort out what this changes and what it does not.
#ActuallyAutistic #Autism #Asperger #AuDHD #Neurodivergent #LateDiagnosis #Fediverse
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Before I became disabled, I was an optician and working in those shops was so much fun! Unfortunately, I can't work anymore.
But I can still do some of my hobbies, especially the textile arts. I mostly knit, do cross stitch and make bobbin lace.
As I wrote earlier, I am a puppy and because of my hobbies, he has the name Stitch.
The only reason I found my way into the pup community was 
The topics I might write about might be kink in general, a bit of puppy stuff, thoughts I need to vent somewhere and in general about the intersection of queerness and disability. 
So, yeah. Thanks for reading this nearly novel-length introduction!
