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By: The Alternate Lexicon » I’m telling you every day:

The Alternate Lexicon » I’m telling you every day: — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 07:47:02 +0000

[...] cares I could go into how I meet DSM criteria and all that crap. The first psychologist I saw was crap, and while my therapist absolutely agrees with me, she isn’t comfortable giving an [...]

By: Ali

Ali — Sat, 22 Aug 2009 07:55:08 +0000

I think my love of planning comes a lot from the late diagnosis mixed with giftedness–my mom didn’t know what to do with this child who could certainly read and had a strong photographic recall of where she had been and how to get there, so she set me to planning routes. I developed a love of maps and travel that persists (and I’m very lucky and glad I don’t have sensory issues with most of it, though airports can be very loud and bright and uncomfortable). My love of planning is mostly limited to stuff I want to plan for, though–travelling (love these notebooks and had the NYC one on my last trip there–perfect), what I want to write about here (that doesn’t go so well, usually–absent minded professor, for sure), things I need to get done like laundry and groceries.

I am sure he would not think you qualify. He’d probably want to give you an MCMI, though, just to make sure he can give you a personality disorder diagnosis and feel like his time wasn’t wasted.

By: Lindsay

Lindsay — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 05:16:48 +0000

“… an Aspie dream of planning and maps and public transport and endless flight details.”

ZOMG, I hate to travel. Much of it is physical/sensory — I get severe motion sickness, and also dizziness and exhaustion, whenever I ride anything that goes faster than a hay-rack ride (my preferred mode of transport is by foot, as you might infer) — and airports, buses, train stations and such all tend to incapacitate me with sensory overload.

But I *ALSO* hate the planning component of it. I have never been organized, and I find this stuff all too difficult to do on my own. Having someone else do it for/with me necessitates talking about all these details, which may even be worse than actually doing it.

Accordingly, whenever I’m going somewhere, I usually sink into a deep depression a couple of days before the trip, which doesn’t abate until I get wherever I’m going.

(I love new places, though. It’s just the going there I can’t stand).

I wonder if your doctor would find me autistic enough; I don’t hold grudges, am queer and have been in a relationship…

By: Kit

Kit — Mon, 17 Aug 2009 10:31:40 +0000

I’m going to write you a letter once a month, every month, and all it’s going to say is “HAVE YOU TAKEN YOUR IRON? HAVE YOU? BECAUSE YOU SHOULD. DO IT. NOW. RIGHT NOW.” Possibly in different languages?

Seriously. I’m somewhat limp with relief. You know my thoughts on the second point. (And he’d probably think you were faking.)

I love you beyond reason.