

I mostly lurk in here, but I got my official diagnosis this week. Autism + both flavors of ADHD. It explains a lot. Dunno if I feel any differently, but I’ve got a therapist now.
I fired my last one because every time we’d get close to a breakthrough he’d say something like “so you don’t need to be stressed” or “tell your inner monologue to fuck off” and I’d just stare at him. Gee, that’s easy. Why didn’t I think of that? Don’t be so stressed? Tell the voice in my head to fuck off? You’re well worth the small fortune I’m shelling out every month.
The new therapist has largely been explaining how the autism makes me want routine and the ADHD wants to blow up all routine and be chaotic and I end up stressing myself before I do anything productive. Then plans change and my tightly-wound chaos arc fails and I crash hard. So right away, 100% better than talk therapy guy.
I’m still processing it. The ADHD is a surprise. We’ll see if i can develop some good coping strategies instead of the many bad ones I’ve picked up over the years.





That’s why I always flip my keys off and call them a motherfucker when I put them down somewhere.
Ok, not really. But the real story is negative enough that it probably qualifies. I locked myself out of my college apartment and had to wake the building manager up to get a spare key. She was super pissed and I really didn’t want to go back there to drop the key off. Later that morning I ran into her husband in my statics class and just handed him the key. “Hey, you’re already going back there so you should just take it now.”
He gave me the dirtiest look and a couple days later I saw him moving some boxes out of the apartment. I didn’t really process it until two weeks later, when I was out mountain biking with my Russian buddy and caught husband and another girl making out on the trail.
Yeah. Apparently she’d caught him cheating and I accidentally made him go back to her apartment and probably get screamed at more. I mean he deserved it, but I felt so awkward and weird about the while situation. So yeah, that was emotionally charged enough that I force myself to always know where my keys are.