Hi there.
I am Andria/Andy/Andy-Pandy/etc.
I like turtles, swings, soft things, and purple.
I dislike humans, public transport, and Primark.
I'm currently in my last term of a BA in audio/music technical stuff.
I'm also currently trying to get a proper diagnosis.
I know I'm on the spectrum somewhere, and I've known for about the last 10 years. It's taken me that long to work up the courage to tell someone. The only reason I am seeking a diagnosis now is because I'm realizing with school how much my social inability, peculiarities, and overall distance from the outside world is affecting my life, and I intend on applying to grad school within the next year. When I do that, I want to be able to explain to my instructors that while my IQ is through the roof, there are a lot of simple things that I find extraordinarily difficult. Those things include making/returning phone calls, dealing with other people, arranging things in such a way that I can get them accomplished, and generally being able to speak in a coherent manner.
Current problems I'm having:
- Yes, I can argue my thesis on paper. No, I can't sit here and argue the topic with you. No, it isn't a weak argument, I JUST CAN'T PUT IT INTO WORDS RIGHT NOW. Aaargh.
- Yes, I have musicians who'd help me with my recording project. Why haven't I recorded them? Because I can't bring myself to call them, or if I do manage that, I can't figure out how to arrange a time for them to come work with me. If I do get that far, I still can't convey what I actually want from them. By this point I've usually managed to offend them in some way anyways. Crap.
- I don't want you, teachers, or my fellow students to call me. I don't care if it's important, calling me won't accomplish anything. Seriously. You've tried and failed. Why must you keep trying? Why don't you send me an email or a nice little text message? Being able to see my words makes it much easier.
- Don't ask me to move to the front/center of class when I've chosen a seat slightly away from everyone else. I choose those seats for a reason. If I get nervous, can't answer questions, and end up leaving in the middle of class because the guy next to me is making weird squishy noises with his mouth that are seriously bugging me, it's your fault.
- When I have to ask you to explain an ambiguous concept and make it more defined, please do not respond with this sentence: "Andria, I know you're very intelligent, why aren't you getting this?" I am tired of hearing it, and I don't yet have a way of telling you the truth and backing it up.
In general, I don't think grad school will be as forgiving as the tiny school I attend at the moment, and I think I'm going to need a lot of help and understanding along the way. If anyone else has been in this kind of situation, I'd be glad to here from you.
Hugs, cupcakes, and small furry creatures of doom,
Andy