tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773356771647520694.post5511255515095780193..comments2024-03-26T17:01:51.855-04:00Comments on Eccentrics United: An Autism Blog: No, I DON'T Regret ItUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773356771647520694.post-36638503855328993452012-07-13T04:51:29.885-04:002012-07-13T04:51:29.885-04:00That's a good guidence and all should help asp...That's a good guidence and all should help <a href="http://www.parentingaspergerscommunity.com/" rel="nofollow">aspergers syndrome</a> person as he/she needs care and love.So one should see to it that if Asperger's Syndrome who is feminine inside and wants to learn to dress like the other girls, then its good idea to steer her in that direction.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05577773267995005901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773356771647520694.post-54142230911799666052012-07-10T23:11:29.281-04:002012-07-10T23:11:29.281-04:00I haven't been formally diagnosed with AS yet,...I haven't been formally diagnosed with AS yet, but am convinced I have it. I also have always had a "male" brain, but I look and dress like the all American girl. For instance, I'd be playing cars with the boy in a dress. I think this added to even more confusion, by looking at me people would think I should be prom queen, but I'm clueless to social interaction. Reading several Aspie blogs has given me so much insight into what's been "off." My mom also pushed for me to "fit in" and I believe it was very well meaning, but detrimental. She has Aspie traits, and I think she didn't want me to go through the same problems. However, her telling me to go against who I was , led to a sort of identity crisis. If I didn't have my rules and morals, I didn't have anything. Eventually, I tried to fit in, compromising myself. I broke the rules, basically with her blessing. I'm 33, so the diagnosis had barely come into existence at that time. My niece has it, and that is how Ive began researching it. Im trying to find a way to encourage her uniqueness, while minimizing her troubles; I don't want her to go through what I went through. I think adolescence is by far the worst time. Sorry for the rambling, I'm just coming to terms with the whole thing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com