Mild PTSD. Not nearly as bad as some, but more than enough to cause all kinds of anxiety and social misfunction.

I'm familiar with this. For example, when we go to a birthday, my mom still has to tell me and my brother (who has PDD-NOS) "Don't forget to shake hands with the rest of the family!" because we won't do it otherwise. I'm better at it now, a few years ago I wouldn't do it at all unless told, but my brother still has to be told to do all kinds of tiny things like that all the time. But at least he doesn't have the anxiety.

The having to make rules thing is very annoying. When I leave the house for whatever reason, my brain tries to come up with every single possible outcome of what I'm about to do so I can prepare for it, including over the top dramatic ones that really don't make me more eager to do my thing, even though most of them are so unlikely. I wish I could tell my brain to stop overreacting for once.

I'm just glad that Asperger is no longer seen as a men-only thing. It's a little bit more rare in women (1 in 10 is female) and it's harder to recognize/diagnose because apparently we're better at compensating but yes, very glad it's finally getting serious attention.

I'm pleased to hear she does give some guidance. My mother just took the approach of constantly humiliating me whenever she thought I made her look bad, which has unfortunately left lasting scars. Sad thing is, most other people didn't really care or even notice my supposed indiscretions most of the time.


Yeah, my social functioning is reasonably high; I seem to have developed this ability to mostly gloss over it except when I'm making an especially obvious gaffe (since I'll always be trying to figure out what comes naturally to others) which has its pros and cons, I suppose.

I'm like that too, but as far as i know that's not due to any condition

Yeah it was so defenders going down the stairs would have an advantage over the most often right handed attackers coming up the stairs. But in most armies soldiers were forced to use their right hand. This means a right and a left handed soldiers swings wouldn't cross.

Man, that stinks. Driving is one of my favorite activites.

Does your race count?

At least it gives me an excuse for my poor colour coordination but mostly I don't care enough to remember what goes with what.

As for more serious problems I do have insomnia, depression, social phobia and agoraphobia but all except the insomnia are pretty mild. I do have bad periods and sometimes panic attacks but mostly they don't interfere with my life.

I always am quite angry at those who use their disorders and disabilities as a crutch and refuse to be more honest if they can actually help it. If they can't, I understand. I just wish people would teach their kids not to use their disorders as a crutch. I met one person who was autistic at my town's used game store and he was taught to just say, "Oh, I'm autistic." if he threw anything.

The kid could not help his violent behavior, but his mom allowed him to just use his disorder as a way for people to dismiss the behavior. I've known kids who couldn't speak in more than just grunts and required the help of electronic word saying things to convey what they were saying. I've known kids who had only just enough of their brain to still make very slight movements. I'm against comparing disorders since pain is pain and comparing disorders just seems more like guilt tripping to me. I just get angry when people use disorders to get their way.

I used to think I had OCD, not so sure anymore. Never got a diagnosis. Might want to do that when I ask if I can get a screening on what kind of anxiety disorder I have. There's so many terms that might end up being put with GAD and some are terms for long outdated descriptions of anxiety disorders.

I have to wash my hands if I touch most everything. If I touch any of my medications, I have to water them, which means I just splash some water on them. If I touch bottles of bleach or even windex, I have to wash my hands. I even have become pretty good at using my feet to pick up things and put them somewhere. I mainly do that for throwing away certain items if they fall on the floor and I was intending to throw them away. Kind of fun to pick up coco puffs with my feet.

I've always been on a tons of medications. I've been on ADHD medications for most of my life and have been on depression and anxiety ones for at least since I was 15. I have sleeping issues and most sleeping pills do nothing for me. Trazodone works best for the sleeping issue. It's apparently an anti-depressant that somehow does a better job at making people tired in most cases, so it is often used as a sleeping pill despite being an anti-depressant. Recently switched to Xanax for my anxiety and the Xanax works much better and with less side effects compared to Klonopin. Klonopin works, but it made me way too unmotivated.

Been having some pretty bad anxiety attacks for the past few days. Yesterday, I was just going about my marry way playing Pokemans and then... BAM! Anxiety attack beats me up. Couldn't walk without nearly falling and was unable to speak without sounding like a drunken sailor who had lost ability to use half of his mouth. A 10 minute walk around the house helped, at least. Not fully, just enough to help me calm down enough to make it less terrifying to handle.

I'm known as the, "Don't hug me, I'll just say I love you instead." person in my family. My mom gave up on trying to get me to hug people. I'm not as irritated by hugs and touching people now, but prefer to avoid either action. In fact, avoiding it sort of is my way of saying, "I love you."

Edit: Woops... Multipost. Sorry. I'm derpy deet dee dee right now, it seems.

I (and my father and sister) don't have good hearing, people just like to think I was ignoring them when I didn't notice them talking.

Depression is probably the major one.
After that, being left handed and writing "weird."

Chronic migraine headaches. They started about 2005 and progressed to the point I get about three a week, each lasting a full day. When I get one I'm am totally incapacitated - can't stand bright light, sounds, odors (cooking especially). Get a bit of nausea and vertigo. Its miserable and the neurologists I've seen can't figure out why I suddenly started getting them or how to stop/prevent them (I don't usually respond to medication for them).

Guess everyone has their cross to bear.

The issue is the scissors are actually molded for a right person to hold it in their hands. So if you use regular right handed scissors chances are you will fail.


I believe that's because schizophrenia is known world wide to make you lose control and harm others. Most people with schizophrenia are nice and intelligent but sadly have a broken mind.

I suffer from OCD, and maybe this sums up very effectively how it works for me. I just have to have all of the facts, and if that isn't enough, I read and re-read articles, paragraphs, lines, even single words multiple times to make sure I did not misread it. If I can have an opinion on something, I feel compelled to hunt down every last bit of detail to make darn sure I am not jumping to conclusions. It'd be okay if it was simple open-mindedness, but it is well in excess of that. I may know I have read an article countless times, and understand its message, but if I forget if a particular phrase was used, it's back to that website to check immediately (yes, *NOW*, not later). It may be a year past, and I know the issue was cleared up and my heart set at ease, but I'll still go back to make sure. I'll even have extensive debates with the screen, reading into things too much, and then re-reading to set that right and convince myself I'm putting words into the author's mouth. If I can remotely be worried about something...then it's nightmare time for me.

How many times can someone read the description of one of the musicals on the Really Useful Group's Stage a Musical website? There isn't a limit...and not five seconds can pass before I question what I read, and have to check again.

I've even told people my opinions in the past, because I had to know whether or not they agreed with me. I couldn't stand not knowing. When I thought of a new issue, I had to ask. I told people what was on my mind, because it set my heart at ease (which isn't too good of a thing with OCD, because that's what feeds it...doing exactly what it wants). I'm terrible at keeping secrets or lying.

Yeah, I can definitely relate here. Sometimes, when I'm reading a book, I might realize that I didn't quite believe I read one (insignificant) word 2-3 pages ago correctly, and I turn back and reread everything in order to find the specific word, and assure myself that it was correct. Then I might turn back and forth a number of times before eventually moving on.

It's horrible, and I'm completely aware that it's silly of me. I just have to do it in order to be at ease.

haha I am left handed and I don't see it as an impairment. Its actually a lot more common nowadays because we aren't forced to use our right hands. I have known a lot more left handed people recently then I have throughout my entire life.

As far as impairments-

I have a weird digestive system. I can't eat everything, and I have to be very careful of what I eat. If I eat spicy foods I automatically get heart burn. And I love spicy foods.

I have a lot of weird allergies such as beans, nuts, melon, bananas, excess amounts of wheat, and especially peas!!!!!! Peas will kill me if they get the chance...

I can't see things far away so I need glasses. Not a big deal really. I don't see that as much as a burden as I do the previous two.

I had/have agoraphobia and some panic disorders. I literally didn't leave my home for over 3 years, and it was pretty much hell. Couldn't go on vacations, hang out with friends, had to quit going to university, etc.

About five months ago, I had a massive break down that lasted almost a month. The stress and anxiety attacks got so bad that I didn't eat for nearly that whole month (I had to force myself to eat some apple sauce and drink some water every other day). My family got me to go and see a psychiatrist/psychologist and I got prescribed Lexapro, and a councilor (who is a huge Doctor Who fan like myself) to talk things out with.

I'm finally getting into cars again, going into town (About a 20 minute drive), and being outside in general. I still deal with the occasional bit of anxiety, and I still have some obsessive-compulsive personality traits, but I'm doing SO much better than before.

People didn't really get it because (this is my best guess) it's hard to understand something you haven't been through. People would tell me to just, "Get out more." or "Calm down and don't stress out." as if it were as easy as flipping a switch.

EDIT: And I'm left handed as well.

I have two:

1. I'm born wih a heart failure that makes me seem like my stamina is horrible (which, in addition, it also is). It means that I can run more than a minute or two, or walk up stairs, without being exhausted. In addition I'm also not very high, so I can't keep up with people taking long strides or walking in a brisk pace. When I walk in what I consider a brisk pace, old people and smokers will easily walk past me. It has always been annoying, and sometimes embarrasing.

2. I am short-sighted, which means that I have to make sure to always sit in the front at meetings, lectures and presentations, otherwise I can't read the slides. Even though we have a big HD TV, I can't sit too far from it while playing a game, otherwise I can't read the text. In ME1, I couldn't read the items I received when looting because of it, so I had no idea what I had in my inventory.

i have a weird eyesight.
when i was about 6 years old, i was walking around the corner of a street and i was hit in the eye with a bike handle.
the hospital said i was too young to get an X-ray but he said i had probably had bad damage done. i ended up needing glasses because my right eye is really bad but my left eye is not as bad.

i can't see things properly if they are more than 2 meters away. the wierd part of my eyesight is, i can see colour better without my glasses. also when i put my glasses on, everything moves about 1cm to the left and a little bit closer.

Its been mentioned to death, but I, too, have Asperger's (according to an old school psychologist. I don't know if it is official).

I rarely speak unless spoken too, and replies are usually in as few words as possible.I have no inhibition whatsoever to socialize (IRL) as people who aren't autistic supposedly do. The problem with this is that people will be surprised when I DO speak and make a big deal out of it. Or somebody will ask me a question about myself and somebody that already knows how quiet I am will jump at the chance to speak for me because they think I won't answer.

Well, I was just saying that because sometimes it irritates me.. it's simply part of who I am, condition or not (I enjoy being with family obviously, I just dislike having to constantly leave the house).


I've never done this myself, although I would say that Aspergers is at least part of what makes me an introvert because I don't like being around a lot of people except family. I did visit my grandma today (and the day before yesterday for her birthday) and had a fun time but I only like to go out occasionally.. any more than that and I get irritated because I can't be with my own thoughts and there is always noise, too much of which drives me nuts.


My dad taught me how to open public bathroom doors when I was younger after washing my hands, which is something I try to remember to do.. lately I've been trying to use soap more often when I wash them though, regardless of what I'm doing although I don't handle too many things that require it.


I was on medications as well when I was younger, but to be honest.. I don't know how much they may have really helped me. I was taking some when I was younger (I don't remember when I was started on them), and I think I was on them because I didn't have a 'quiet body' (I couldn't stay still) but I don't remember if that was it or not. I've been off medications for several years now, and I hope I don't have to be put back on any unless it's something I really need.



My dad said once he was forced to use his right hand (I don't remember the full story anymore, if he was born left or if he still uses his right), but I've thankfully never had to go through that. I never thought of how it might have affected me, and I have not seen even a handful of other left-handed people either.. I've noticed some before but never many.

I thought I would add to this topic since it's something that has been in the back of my mind for years. I just discovered I am autistic I was recently diagnosed with the Autism Spectrum Disorder.

Which explains many of my problems and issues that have haunted me for years. I guess it doesn't mean much finding out at age 30. I'll never get the help and support I should of had if I were correctly diagnosed as a child