QUOTE (unsteady @ May 2 2008, 07:27 PM)

I neeeeddd someone to talk to!
For a while now, my family and I have thought I had a very mild form of autism. There were signs: I avoid eye contact and other activities. I was always okay with it; I felt I had a sympathetic connection to the autism spectrum community at large, even though my case is fairly mild.
Well, today we got a new diagnosis. It turns out I'm not autistic! My behavior stems from OCD; my eye contact problem comes from low self-esteem. Now. . . it feels so wierd. My father said, "You wanted to be autistic?" Well, that would be a strange thing to admit to but . . . I feel like I've lost a part of my identity.
Or am I overreacting here?
I don't think so, you thought you were the way you were for a certain reason for a long time. You had developed your coping strategies around that diagnosis. Now something that you thought was certain for many years, turns out to be wrong. I'm sure it would be at least a little strange. Whoever I think you should focus on who you are besides your condition. I don't think a person should define themselves by their disability or condition, but by their loves, dreams, and well... life.
QUOTE (Jryan @ May 2 2008, 07:55 PM)

How were you acting before? A diagnosis shouldn't change anything, Just help you get the correct help you need. My daughter has the same problem with looking and talking to people she doesn't know but with me she sometimes never shuts up, but then sometimes, she cries and can't tell me whats wrong, She had depression and social anxiety or so I am told, in our area there is a lack of pschiatrist, I already go 30 miles out of town to see the one I see now, I wish there were support groups of something else for her, we are getting ready to change insurances and she will be going on Medicare in a year, she is considered disabled due to this, it took a few years to get a diagnosis, and me doing research to find it, she is on Paxil, which off topic, Rogers once said 40mg would make a hound dog smile, well it doesn't make her smile, But, don't let a diagnosis get you down, since I have had children, I have always felt, doctors practice medicine, They practice, till they get it right, so he might not be totally right, he might be, but that diagnosis, isn't a death sentence, If you need to chat more, PM me, I am happy to listen.
Jryan.
I took paxil once. For depression. Not really severe, I wasn't suicidal or anything dramarific like that. I just slept alot and wasn't motivated enough in my parents eyes. I couldn't sleep for the first two days I was on it, then after that I only got about 6 hours a night.
My dreams were so real and crazy, I woke up one morning surprised that I was still alive. Mass Zombie assault.
I always had to bounce my leg when I was sitting down. It was constant and uncontrolable and drove people crazy.
I couldn't write. I couldn't create. What I could manage to get on paper felt one dimensional, hollow, and flimsy.
I had zero sex drive. I had no desires what so ever. I didn't even care about chocolate. I still liked it, and still wanted it sometimes, but really didn't get any particular pleasure from eating it.
Aside from things like this that made an impression, all my memories from that time are indistinct and fuzzy.
I quit taking the stuff, and determined to get through it on my own. I figured if I didn't do it myself, I'd never really be better. If something mild like anti-depressants made me feel like that, I can't imagine what the "wet blanket" feeling of stronger drugs is like.