I always suspected it, but now it's official : I am autistic, which explains why I was never able to keep my jobs before, I wasn't just being lazy without realizing it. Oh well, hopefully from now on i'll be able to get a disability title to get a more fitting job that can handle my issues better! Until then I'm hoping that I can spread my art more and get more commissions to help me pay the bills.
I'm happy for you. Being haunted by symptoms of something and not knowing what's causing it is never any fun.
I've been having an undiagnosed health issue myself for the past several years, though it has nothing to do with autism. However, the consequences of it continuing to go unchecked could be more severe than being autistic. This is the first time I've made this known on line...For the past 10 years now, I've been having spasms in my leg muscles when I'm in bed at night, and occasionally in the daytime. It's gotten worse. I now get these spasms a lot, and it gets really bad and really painful. In the last 2 years or so, my ankles and feet would hurt bad when I walk... Bad enough to where I sometimes have to use a cane. When I go into a large store, I have to use one of those motorized buggies. For the past 20 years or so, I did have numbness in my toes, though I have always ignored that until recently. When I was in my teens, there were times it would feel like my feet were burning at night. My mom would always tell me "It's a part of growing up" and not to worry about it. I am now age 69. A doctor I've already seen performed a pulse oximetry test which revealed there is a bad lack of oxygen to the lower parts of my legs. The doctor said it is worse in the lower part of my left leg. That they now know. However, the doctors still can't figure out what is causing the lack of oxygen to my legs. One doctor had already told me that if the cause of the condition doesn't get diagnosed, and continues to go unchecked, I'll be looking at having the lower part of my left leg amputated in the next 5 to 7 years...Which means I'd be walking on an artificial leg from the knee down on that leg. I'm hoping the doctors can get smart enough to get a handle on this thing within the next few years. I'm certainly not looking forward to having a steel pole with a composit fiberglass foot on the end for a lower left leg for the rest of my life.
Not to mention kids pointing, and the peanut gallery comments I'd have to put up with from smart ass teenage youngsters: "Hey, dude. We're you in a bad car wreck?" "Look. Peg Leg the African pirate". "Did you loose that leg in the Vietnam War?" "You musta got in a gang fight when you were younger. Cripts or Bloods, dude?".
I'm happy for you. Being haunted by symptoms of something and not knowing what's causing it is neve
