Intro:
Hello lovely people; today is the day that I've finally decided to blog about my life with Asperger's Syndrome as a young adult. Now if you're wondering about Asperger's Syndrome is and why I chose to release a debut blog, it's very simple:
1. Asperger's Syndrome is medically considered a form of Autism Spectrum Disorder which, many people have no exact clue of what it is or how it can affect each unique individual in adulthood.
2. Many parents and loved ones whom have children with it are even scared to pieces from imagining how their children will survive it (or rather experience the opposite). I hope to utilize my testimony in cyberspace, as a purpose to create an unbiased profile examination of such and how people such as I could be further studied and understood.
3. Writing is my most desired hobby to partake in, since it's a form of creative expression to release the products of my highly busy and social mind.
4. You may be surprised to see what's it's like without The Media creating only one version of ASD.
Now that I've informed you of my mission statement let me tell you a portion about myself.
About Me:
I'm a twenty-one year old lady whom was properly diagnosed with Asperger's at three years old age that has matured to become a lovely and sweet wife to another interesting young man in his middle 20's this past July of 2016. His name is Jacob. He too, also has Asperger's Syndrome and the prospects of a prosperous career in computer engineering. (He graduates this spring.) I love to write, travel, read classical literature, and sew/dress in vintage clothing from the iconic era's of the 1940's, 1950's, and 1960's. Some of the foods I love eating involve Southern, Italian, Thai, Deli, Hawaiian, Diner, and Bakery foods. And temporarily as of now my husband and I are expecting our first child whom is due in early June. (More on that later.)
My Life Before The Blog:
Before hand, I was a socially anxious teenager who struggled with driver's education and the thought of attending college in the near future; due to the fact that I had very few friends, and lived in an irrational fear of adulthood after a not-so-great experience with public education. Most of what I learned in public high school other than speaking and writing in proper English, was to only trust a minimal number of people in that social environment once I saw the genuine truth about humanity behind the faces of my classmates. For in my humble opinion, these kids came from everywhere you could imagine...dumb kids from dumb parents....smart kids from smart parents...okay kids from bad parents and so on. "They" the students I mean did not always take too kindly to my odd mannerisms of ranting like an eccentric professor about fashion, history, and the liberal arts as I swayed gently in my chair, tapping my feet with others politely wondering why I am so, to eventually not care and pass me off as a non-conformist; when in reality I wasn't even trying to be. Worse yet, how was I supposed to tell them, when they could not understand.
Many of these young people could only intelligently wrap their head around the troubling concepts of problems like divorce, death, drug abuse, sex, gangs, and other classic adolescent cliches that I had to read about in middle school literature class.
When I met a girl named Danielle* in my senior year of high school, I tried sharing my Asperger's Syndrome secret with her,explaining to her twice that it's an abnormality in my cranial network which provides a high IQ, an advanced limbic system, and a random assortments of uncomfortable symptoms such as a sensitivity to bright lights or being clumsy, plus lack of emotional control. After a fruitless five minutes with her she simply turned her brown eyes away with a giggly reply:
"Well I still don't know what that is, but I bet it's better than having my knowledge of what it's like to have your parents fight. You should see the way my mom throws a vase at my step-dad when he's been drinking."
It's memories like that which, caused me to wish adolescents, could read about the forms of Autism in a novel. Let's be frank guys, gang awareness and anti-bullying programs are up, young adult authors have written over and over again about teens getting rowdy at parties. going through break-ups, and hating homework-but did they ever have the gumption to donate that crap to charity for the time being and talk about this growing ASD epidemic that's effecting the Western World with me being a former statistic of the stigma and ignorance. I'm so fortunate to have survived the feelings of being suicidal after bullying myself countless times, protected myself from getting AIDS by abstaining from sex, kicked my brief addiction to self-harm after night upon night in frustration and sadness from wondering what it would be like if I could be some other great girl who was an NT. All the while I delighted in what innocent happiness I could bring myself up until the moment I was ready to start dating Jacob. Between my graduation in 2013 to getting married last summer I knew then that my life didn't have to stink. In fact it was now awesome, because there was nothing wrong with being in this form of life. As for the rest of my family, my Asperger's brother (23) and sister (18) still have a ways to go before they can have the chance of reaching my territory of successes. Don't worry readers, my parents are still together after all of this and in it to win it for them.
My Life Today:
To finish this post, I'm happy to report to you that today in my sweet little rental home somewhere in Michigan, that tonight was grocery night. I treated myself to some yummy chobani yogurt, with other food essentials like milk and chicken. Currently, my precious husband is studying for his online calculus class whistling the melodies of Beethoven's Fifth before a coffee and snuggle break with yours truly. I also feel like baking Nestle Toll house cookies, I've been craving some lately. Until, I post again this has been Briahna the adulting Aspie.
