At a young age, people that I knew suspected that things were different about me. For example, although I could read at the toddler stage, I still couldn't write my name due to poor motor skills. I was highly perfectionistic about everything, and I had a difficult time keeping my emotions and temper in check. Of course, I was only four years old at the time, but people knew that there was something a little more than "quirky" with me.
At the age of nine or ten, I started to "daydream" more often, and take refuge in imaginary stories that I made up in my head. I could barely even keep my desk organized (I would always joke that "Tom and Jerry just had a fight in my desk"). I was extremely bright, sure, but I was also anxious and inattentive, and people started noticing me for that.
When I was around ten and a half, my problems became extremely prominent to everyone. I didn't pay attention well at all, I would always get anxious over the littlest things, and I didn't fit in well in class. I was called "mentally challenged" and "ret*d" by most of my classmates for my naivete, attention problems (turns out that I hyperfocus on things), and panic attacks.
I was then diagnosed with adult ADD (odd for a child, isn't it?) and Generalized Anxiety Disorder along with a panic disorder, and I have to take medication for that. I know that I can learn things just as well as others can, and that I only have problems paying attention to things for a certain amount of time and that I just have a tendency to panic. And, although my IQ doesn't suggest it, I am mildly gifted in the areas of language arts, which is pretty good for someone who couldn't pay attention in elementary school and someone who has to take mood stabilizers to keep her anxiety and mood swings from getting horrible.
On top of all that, I have outbursts and meltdowns that I'm not sure where it's from, but they're not fun. I can resort to violence, sometimes, during these, which I feel really guilty for.
I may also (self-diagnosed and diagnosed by a couple of school friends) have bipolar or at least cycloclythmia, but my mom isn't entirely sure about my self diagnoses.
I also have a copious amount of allergies to certain medications and antibiotics, and an allergy to trees. I have erratic hormones that eventually fixed itself on its own, and I have problems with my stomach involving stomach cramps, occasional nausea, and chronic constipation that flares up a lot.
My psychological and physical profile in a nutshell, which is basically not that fun to deal with, but I'm enjoying the strengths of ADD and Asperger's, too.