At the Crossroads of Diagnoses

[Vesta]

Damn, I can’t even go to a psychotherapist so they would at least comment on my condition. I’ve never been to a psychologist or psychotherapist. In general, I live with this question like an unhealed wound in my head.

 

[maleonolo]

I want to share my concerns about a possible diagnosis. I haven’t yet decided whether I should see a specialist to confirm my suspicion that I might be on the autism spectrum. I’m worried that, due to the lack of awareness about diagnosing autism in adults, especially in women, in my country, I might be misdiagnosed with something else.

What troubles me is that if my suspicion isn’t confirmed—since I’ve already come to terms with the idea of being autistic and even found a certain sense of harmony in it—I may feel lost again

Although social phobia, schizoid, and schizotypal personality disorders share similar traits, it saddens me to think that it was the cruelty of other people that shaped me into this state. Ever since childhood, I have faced rejection and alienation

I've heard that psychiatrists sometimes disagree with one another on diagnoses. There is a lot of resources for coping with autism on the internet, though the usefulness of that advice depends on the severity of your autism (if you have it)

Not sure of the term Register. The face I'm wearing changes depending on who I'm talking to and in what type of situation if that's what you mean. My demeanour, the way I present myself, the aspect of my personality that I present. Talking to a group of local business owners is different to talking to a group of factory workers and different again to talking to a group of street people. Being able to temporarily fit in with others makes communicating a lot easier, what's known as "communicating on the same level".

It took a lot of practice to be able to do that, and when you first start doing it it feels incredibly fake, but it soon becomes habitual and happens more naturally. I'm one of those people that just starts up conversations with random people when I'm out too and for me these days that's enough of a social life. I don't need constant companionship, I can just start talking to anyone whenever I feel like it.

At what age did you start practicing this seriously? Did you feel anxious at the time that you'd be seen as incredibly fake?

 

[Ronald Zeeman]

A natural talent both my brother and I have. We're both good talkers and have a natural charisma and people in general just like us for no reason at all. Either of us walks in to a room and people look up and smile at us, we seem instantly likeable before we even open our mouths. Both of us are highly intelligent, fairly well educated, and we have the same eidetic memories so we can talk on a wide range of topics to a wide range of people across the whole spectrum of society.

Both of us are also exceptionally good at reading body language and are very good at talking people around to our way of thinking. We can be pretty good con men when we decide we want something. This was how I managed to change jobs on a whim whenever I felt like it. On paper no one would employ me, but if I walked in the door "kissing hands and shaking babies" it was pretty much guaranteed that I was going to get the job.

When I decided I was too old to keep living in the bush I just decided to jump on a plane down to Adelaide and sort out my retirement. I had no idea what sort of schemes were available but I grew up here so I knew there at least would be schemes. I wanted a housing trust home so I get cheap rent and I wanted a pension so I never had to work again. I had no idea how to go about any of this until I started doing it, but for my whole life all I've ever had to do is talk to people and I get what I want. It's an ability I've learned to have faith in over many years.

Lucky for society I have simple dreams I guess.

[Edit] my great grandmother called it "The gift of the gab and the gift of the glam".

You sound like a brother from another mother, boy we have a lot in common. Own property middle of nowhere, no intension of living there alone, bought it for kids so they can camp without Yogies bothering them. I found a career I like stuck it out.

 

[Outdated]

At what age did you start practicing this seriously? Did you feel anxious at the time that you'd be seen as incredibly fake?

When I was 16. I was finally out of school and discovering normal society instead of a jailhouse mentality and I was starting to learn a few social skills, but I wanted a girlfriend. that was the real drive behind it all.

Mastering how to get people to like me became a very intense interest for about a year, and practicing body language and facial expressions in front of a mirror lasted until I was about 19.

 

[Shamar]

I spent 20 years living in the tropics, more than a decade of that living a semi feral lifestyle in a remote community. By comparison there are no bugs down south.

I remember one bug, sort of like a large fly that bites. You slap it, it falls to the ground upside down, then after a minute, it spins around three times, flips back up, and flies up to bite you again. Then you slap it, stomp it with your boot heel, then after a minute, it spins around three times, flips back up, and flies up to bite you again. Then you slap it, and pound it into the ground with a rock. Then after a minute, it spins around three times, flips back up, and flies up to bite you again. Then you pound it into the ground and leave the rock on top. Sometimes it still comes back. I suspect the only way to deal with it is to soak it in nitric acid, then bury it under a 15 cm slab of quick set concrete. Closest thing to immortality I have ever seen.

 

[Outdated]

I remember one bug, sort of like a large fly that bites. You slap it, it falls to the ground upside down, then after a minute, it spins around three times, flips back up, and flies up to bite you again. Then you slap it, stomp it with your boot heel, then after a minute, it spins around three times, flips back up, and flies up to bite you again. Then you slap it, and pound it into the ground with a rock. Then after a minute, it spins around three times, flips back up, and flies up to bite you again. Then you pound it into the ground and leave the rock on top. Sometimes it still comes back. I suspect the only way to deal with it is to soak it in nitric acid, then bury it under a 15 cm slab of quick set concrete. Closest thing to immortality I have ever seen.

March flies. There's two different kinds, plain black ones and really pretty emerald green ones. The black ones are more annoying because they take flight again quickly and they're hard to swat but the green ones hurt far worse.

They don't just start on you randomly though, before that starts you'll notice one annoying one hovering above you and making an annoying buzzing sound, he's calling females to feed so he can have sex with them afterwards. Kill him quick and you have less of a problem. And be nice to dragonflies, their natural predator.

 

[Ronald Zeeman]

I remember one bug, sort of like a large fly that bites. You slap it, it falls to the ground upside down, then after a minute, it spins around three times, flips back up, and flies up to bite you again. Then you slap it, stomp it with your boot heel, then after a minute, it spins around three times, flips back up, and flies up to bite you again. Then you slap it, and pound it into the ground with a rock. Then after a minute, it spins around three times, flips back up, and flies up to bite you again. Then you pound it into the ground and leave the rock on top. Sometimes it still comes back. I suspect the only way to deal with it is to soak it in nitric acid, then bury it under a 15 cm slab of quick set concrete. Closest thing to immortality I have ever seen.

I thought black flies were bad have them beat by a long shot. They take chunks of meat.