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Welcome to Autism Forums!Hi, I´m new here!
I did a quick search to see what turner syndrome was and found this: "In a groundbreaking study highlighted in the June 2023 issue of Autism Advocate Parenting Magazine, researchers sought to shed light on this intriguing connection. The findings revealed a striking correlation between Turner Syndrome and autistic traits, with an astounding 61% of individuals with Turner Syndrome exhibiting traits associated with autism." Source: Autism Advocate Parenting Magazine websiteso i don´t know where to start this but i have been really confused with my identity lately.
I´m 26, female and i have always been really shy and akward. At 17, I was diagnosed with turner syndrome.
These are definitely autistic traits common in those of us who are autistic. I personally don't think there is much difference between autistic traits versus mild autism.I never fitted in anywhere and i was bullied throughout middle school and high school. My friends that did it always masked it as: we are just joking. This led me to be very insecure and just not knowing when people were making fun of me because they like me or hate me.
When I was a child, my grandma would always say that she saw the other kids playing while i was talking to myself(which i still do) This was different in my teenage years. I use to have a group of friends which i celebrated every birthday with before they turned on me(it´s been 8 years and you never talked to us)
One thing that I noticed about myself is that I can´t just like stuff in a normal way. I obsess over stuff very easily. I used to watch certain tv shows and movies on repeat until i memorized the dialogue or the music and act them out, pretending that i was a singer(and making actual tour plans).
I had different hyperfixations over the years. This started with my obsession over birth/medicine and going to the library as a little child to read books about it. Later on it was space, buddishm/spirituality and queen/freddie mercury. Now it´s taylor swift and finding out every single detail about her. After my eras tour concert I used to rewatch concert vlogs and concert videos. I was rewatching her performance of cruel summer constantly, listening to her music only while having maladaptive daydreams about them or pacing around my room. I obsess over a song or a playlist, the way something is sung or the melody and I have to relisten to it like a thousand times.
I´ve recently been on vacation with my uncle and his girlfriend. she was making several comments about how it wasn´t normal to be this quiet and i should start drinking more etc, asking me if i have friends and even talk to them.
I also only listen to music in the dark. It calms me. It almost feels like I can´t listen to music when it´s light outside.
As a child, I used to close my ears when an ambulance drove by because it scared me.
I´m also a picky eater. I eat the same thing almost every day and I´m very sensitive. I feel like I don´t fit in anywhere and I´m just an alien.
I don´t know if i could be on the spectrum but i´m definitely not normal. I also have a feeling that i just seem off, no matter how much I try in social situations.
I think many people underestimate the role that social isolation plays in mental health. People who have always had good relationships with family and friends don't know what it's like to be alone because they've never experienced it. I find it annoying when people act like mental health problems are entirely caused by the way a person thinks.Agree. The therapist is the pastor's old-time friend who has known her family since she was born.
They all know each other; they are a small-sized congregation center in Midtown Manhattan.
It was several therapists, parents whom I still have to endure, and flaky former friends who would abandon or gatekeep me any chance they could that made me get to this place.