Hi, folks,
Just joined. I wasn't diagnosed with Asperger's until I was nearly 60. It came as no surprise to me; in fact, I'm rather proud of it!
I grew up in Brooklyn, New York, at a time when having grown up in Brooklyn really meant something, and was incarcerated for 12 years in a Catholic school. All those stories you've heard about nuns and Catholic school? They're all true. No matter how weird they sound, they're all true.
When I was growing up (and, actually, to this day), I have had two over-riding passions: Horses, and Science. I went on to get two science degrees and then a career in advertising (after a short stint at Professing), which is so wrong on so many levels; but that career allowed me to finally buy (yes, in Brooklyn) a horse of my own. He's long dead, buried outside my window here in Colorado, but I still miss him so. I still have horses, and cherish animals of any kind (there are four cats on my desk as I type this; I don't know where the other six are at the moment...). I have been married to a fellow Aspie for over 30 years--much to the shock of our respective families!
When I was maybe ten or eleven, I'm not sure, I watched a story about computers on Walter Cronkite's "20th Century." I was hooked from that moment! I found a box, a hole punch, a bunch of index cards, spent kitchen matches, rubber bands and other sundry stuff, and by the end of the day had build a kluge that read and sorted, correctly, punched cards. Mother Dearest came in, saw it, and immediately threw it out. A most inappropriate interest for a girl, you know.
I have been, for some months, thinking of writing a book on what it was like growing up as a female Apsie back in the day. I don't know how much is changed. It might be interesting to compare what it was like in the 60s with what you folks are facing now.
At this point I should probably shut up. I'm looking forward to meeting you and getting to know some like minds.