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The thing is, I can't see any way in which getting an official diagnosis will actually improve my life; at the age of 39, I've got enough coping mechanisms and a decent enough support system around me that to change it would likely make more problems than solutions.
I reckon everyone must be somewhere on the scale. I'm bloody terrible with faces and always, genuinely thinking it's someone I recognise who isn't or someone who is actually someone else entirely, it's embarrassing sometimes, but then everyone can be like that. I wondered as more and more people I meet think I'm autistic, although I doubt it myself somehow as I went to school with kids who had proper autism.
I do find a steady repetitive pattern of going down the pub at the same time each evening helps a lot though, although I have to sit on my own for an hour or two to get my bearings, otherwise I don't really understand what's going on at all. Although with plenty of drink I can switch and become fairly normal as I pick up on characters, energy and body language rather than faces. So I think for me at least, it's probably just too much acid that I did in the past and I'm socially lazy. I find drink helps a lot though I find and I can understand and focus on things much better on a singular level with plenty of drink inside me.
I just think you are who you are at the end of the day.
I think it gets better the older you get, mostly because you don't beat yourself up over things so much and accept who you are and what you can do, but that applies to everything.
It wasn't me who picked your g/f up at the airport, just saying. She was looking lost and anxious.
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