Chisleu
The Crazy Crafter
Hello everyone,
My name is Leah and I was born and raised in Las Vegas, NV. Ever since I can remember I never felt comfortable in the big city where trees are rare and everything is essentially fake. Since I had the option I moved out to the country and live in Louisiana now. For the first time I don't have neighbors within arm's reach and actual animals live in my yard! It's pretty crazy to go from a place where EVERYTHING is imported and the closest you get to wildlife is pigeons and cockroaches to where flowers grow wild and squirrels camp on your porch in the morning. Although there is an oil refinery a couple blocks down the road I think I'll be all right if I don't drink the tap o.-
Anyway! I struggled for a long time (all my life) trying to pinpoint exactly why I felt so different from everyone else and had the emotional issues I've had. For a while I thought I was becoming a paranoid schizophrenic because I assumed people thought bad of me with every look I got (I was never good at judging other's opinions by body language), and my hubby urged me to look into possibly being bipolar because I'll shut down and get depressed out of seemingly nowhere but then a little later when I'm happy I'll dance and sing everything out (but I realize now it's my inability to recognize my own subtle feelings until they reach extreme and the dancing horribly and singing are parts of my stimming), but after more than a year of extensive research I finally feel I've found home in the Aspie community.
I can't even begin to express how relieving it was to learn about autism from the autistic perspective. For the first time I could be comfortable in knowing that all my experiences are real and concrete as opposed to exaggerated and a lack of will power to cope. Since my eyes have been opened I've finally allowed myself to just be me. Even now, just typing about it, I can't help but get teary eyed at the amount of relief I feel in finally being able to understand myself.
I can't thank everyone enough who has shared their story and has been brave in exposing the hard and vulnerable times so that others can see they're not alone. Thank you everyone for being unapologetic for who you are. It's made an impact on at least this one person and I hope my story can help others too. Thank you for bringing me home!
My name is Leah and I was born and raised in Las Vegas, NV. Ever since I can remember I never felt comfortable in the big city where trees are rare and everything is essentially fake. Since I had the option I moved out to the country and live in Louisiana now. For the first time I don't have neighbors within arm's reach and actual animals live in my yard! It's pretty crazy to go from a place where EVERYTHING is imported and the closest you get to wildlife is pigeons and cockroaches to where flowers grow wild and squirrels camp on your porch in the morning. Although there is an oil refinery a couple blocks down the road I think I'll be all right if I don't drink the tap o.-
Anyway! I struggled for a long time (all my life) trying to pinpoint exactly why I felt so different from everyone else and had the emotional issues I've had. For a while I thought I was becoming a paranoid schizophrenic because I assumed people thought bad of me with every look I got (I was never good at judging other's opinions by body language), and my hubby urged me to look into possibly being bipolar because I'll shut down and get depressed out of seemingly nowhere but then a little later when I'm happy I'll dance and sing everything out (but I realize now it's my inability to recognize my own subtle feelings until they reach extreme and the dancing horribly and singing are parts of my stimming), but after more than a year of extensive research I finally feel I've found home in the Aspie community.
I can't even begin to express how relieving it was to learn about autism from the autistic perspective. For the first time I could be comfortable in knowing that all my experiences are real and concrete as opposed to exaggerated and a lack of will power to cope. Since my eyes have been opened I've finally allowed myself to just be me. Even now, just typing about it, I can't help but get teary eyed at the amount of relief I feel in finally being able to understand myself.
I can't thank everyone enough who has shared their story and has been brave in exposing the hard and vulnerable times so that others can see they're not alone. Thank you everyone for being unapologetic for who you are. It's made an impact on at least this one person and I hope my story can help others too. Thank you for bringing me home!
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