Tldr: suddenly aware I'm ND and feeling like a weirdo doomed to failure. Has anyone here felt like that and overcome it?
This is a bit of a vent, so sorry if it's long and tangential. I just wanted to get it off my chest.
All my life I've been told I'm difficult, direct, stubborn, contrary, strong-willed. So much so that nursery staff had my parents investigated for child abuse when I was 3yr old child because they thought it could explain my behaviour. They also had me tested for everything under the sun: autism, ADHD, and came up with zilch. Just "gifted" and badly behaved. They put the bad behaviour down to boredom.
I was bored. And intentionally disobedient. But also disorganised. Messy. Impulsive. Misunderstood: I follow my own internal logic because things feel wrong if I don't. As a kid, that involved walking in a step pattern that kept expanding until my brain could no longer compute it and I'd have to start over. As an adult, it's not as extreme as that but I occasionally get intrusive thoughts, and need certain things to be a certain way. From everything I've heard about symmetry OCD, it sounds like that.
I got called weird a lot as a teenager and never understood why. I didn't really care, either. The people calling me that weren't people I found particularly interesting. I thought they were just being mean. I didn't think I was actually different. I thought they were stupid.
But now, as an adult, after getting fired for talking about a political issue online (that I have a master's degree related to, and that affects my family, I wasn't talking about it randomly), I wonder why I do these things. Why I feel compelled to post so much about an issue I can tell people don't want to hear about. Why I do it anyway? To the point I lose my job? Why I always had difficulty getting on with my bosses? Why I've had such intense interests and felt the need to share them (music, writing, etc.)? Why I make such strange life choices: taking a job in a warzone; marrying someone without ever dating them first; moving to a new country where I had to learn an entirely new language just because higher education is free there? And why, suddenly, after turning 30, are people out of nowhere telling me I'm autistic?? My parents, who are divorced now, recently told me indepently of each other that they've always thought so. One of my best friends who just found out he is told me in no uncertain terms that he thinks I am too. A random guy I met on Tinder mentioned my autism in passing like ofc I'm aware of it. I immediately said I don't have autism and he politely stopped talking, but even if I didn't have unusually strong pattern recognition, I'd have to be an idiot not to listen to what everyone is telling me.
My sister is diagnosed with autism. My mum is obviously AuDHD. And when I went through the list of all the close friends I just invited to my daughter's first bday party, I realised every single one is neurodivergent: autism, ADHD, OCD, BPD, or some combination thereof. I think at this point, I know I'm on the spectrum. Maybe all the spectrums.
I don't like it. I've never identified with anything I've ever heard about autism. I've never felt like I'm masking. I didn't think I felt any less comfortable than anyone else in social situations. I thought it was pretty normal to listen to the same songs on repeat or press my fingers together really hard under the table when I'm feeling uncomfortable. Doesn't everyone stim? And if neurodivergence isn't completely normal, how are there 20+ people coming to this bday party ALL with neurodivergence? What are we diverging from exactly? How did I find so many of us??
But suddenly it feels like everyone outside this bubble is seeing me as "other". Suddenly, I'm feeling like the weirdo I've been told I am my whole life. I'm suffering from my unusual life choices: lost my job, lived in protected housing to escape a violent man, proceeded with a pregnancy despite these circumstances as I just assumed life will get better again some day. But what if it won't because of who I am? I started to hate myself. Hate how long winded my writing is. Hate that I keep posting about the same issue on my social media. Hate the wasted potential, the first-class degrees with nothing to show for it. I've started to doubt that I can actually get my life back on track because clearly doing "unusual" things that sometimes backfire is just... Me. And now I'm looking at my mother, who is somehow in poverty despite have run multiple successful businesses, and despite being highly qualified in the 50+ totally different things she got interested in at some point or other in her life (speaking of which, she told me just last week she became a qualified phlebotomist, cos why not?), and I feel like I'm staring at my own fate. Am I, too, destined to be alone and struggling with a million useless talents - or even useful talents - that I'm too chaotic to capitalise on? Is this AuDHD?
I'm not sure what I want to achieve with this post. I suppose I'm just wondering if anyone has felt similarly and if there's any hope. Is seeking a diagnose remotely beneficial or has it made you feel worse? Did anyone whose neurodivergence felt like a curse overcome that feeling?