A year ago my sister and brother-in-law suggested I make a blog about growing up with Asperger’s Syndrome, but it’s only recently that I felt like I had the time to focus on maintaining and updating one.
At the age of eight I was diagnosed with high-functioning Asperger’s Syndrome, though I was too young to really understand at the time. My Parents told me that I had a brain that worked differently than most people, and that was all I really knew for the next three years. But it was enough to explain why I sometimes reacted differently to things than the people around me, and why I had struggles most of them didn’t.
While I don’t have the some of the same struggles Others with Asperger’s or on the Autism Spectrum, I’ve had enough that it’s shaped the way I’ve gone through life and the way I see the world.