I was diagnosed only five weeks ago, ASD Level 1, or what used to be called Asperger's, a term I struggle to use. Posting here is a huge step for me, as I'm also struggling to figure out where, when and how to reveal my diagnosis, and to whom. Sometimes, I still don't really believe it; on occasion, I'll observe my own behavior and conclude the specialists got it all wrong, even though I know they didn't. I've told close friends, most of whom shrugged and said, "Yeah, that's interesting." It's "mild," and "you don't seem autistic," and "congrats on your new journey."
I was born in 1973. I'm a published author, Rhetoric instructor in a community college, and I adored college while I loathed high school. I've had the same job in the community college for over two decades. I have two children, both teenagers now, but I'm divorced from their mother, for reasons that could easily turn into an info-dump, so I'll restrain myself. I had to deal with the court system to protect my children from their mother's erratic and dangerous personality, which put us all at risk, but I managed to get through it. We're all safe now, if this world can be considered safe.
My biggest struggle right now is to decide if I should write about my autism openly, in an article or book, or if I should keep living my life the way I always had, and let them judge for themselves. The more time passes from the diagnosis, the more aware I am of my masking, and of how much pain I'm in, physical and emotional, most of the time. Nobody can see it, and even when I tell someone close to me, they simply can't gather it because I'm not bleeding everywhere or suffering from a tumor.
I'll peruse the forums here in time, but I thought the first post should go here. I hope to receive help and to help others, however I can.