Hi everybody!
My name is Rebecca. I live in Canada and I'm 28 years old. I received my diagnosis from Dr. Marc Woodbury-Smith when I was 27, on April 24th 2009 at 11:39 am in the morning! Very Asperger-ish of me to note the actual time!! I was ecstatic at the news, finally, I had solid proof I wasn't going crazy. I'd had symptoms my entire life, starting from a small child, however due to a premature birth, my pediatrician never thought anything of my symptoms, other than "she'll outgrow them". Yes, not playing with toys, completely uncoordinated (I still can't ride a bike or throw a ball) very fastidious about routines, and liking to line things up in neat rows - my family and I look back and laugh, all the symptoms were there, and everything makes much more sense.
It's strange receiving the diagnosis, but somehow a massive relief. You can stop feeling so much pressure to conform to be a certain way, and just be yourself. Having this diagnosis, certainly makes it easier to discover who your friends are! The real ones will stick around, and the "pseudo-friends" will disappear.
Answers to Chris's questions:
1) High school for me was the worst (high school where I live, is attended between the ages of 14-18). I did relatively well up until that point, but the then un-diagnosed Asperger's reared it's ugly head. In many ways I felt different from people my age, much younger, but in some ways, I felt more mature. I never was really interested in dating, gossip, or talking about cute boys and stuff like that. I never felt like I fit in, most people accepted me, but I never felt included - if that makes sense. I could never find my niche, I wasn't preppy, a geek, a jock/athlete, a brainer - I was me!
2) I don't think getting diagnosed earlier would have changed anything. It might have made my understanding of myself a little easier, but academically speaking, it wouldn't have changed anything. Granted, being born in 1981, the diagnosis wasn't even considered, as Asperger's didn't make the DSM-IV until 1994. Oddly enough, 1994 was around the time my anxiety started to spiral out of control, and I had my first onset of depression.
3)I guess because I never felt "normal", getting the diagnosis was a relief, finally an explanation! I'm doing a lot better, my Occupational Therapist (OT) says I'm wiser and stronger emotionally, than I was when I first started seeing her over 8 months ago. Knowing what the diagnosis is, makes dialectical and cognitive behaviour therapy a lot easier to learn. Although, I must say my OT is a pretty amazing person and has been a tremendous support.