|My new shit. Enjoy.|
Okay, I was originally going to dedicate a drawing to this, but I’m having some major artblock which I blame on finals, so I’m just going to make it a journal.
I got diagnosed with autism. The expertise center said Classical Autism, but me and my mom are still doubting between that and Asperger’s Syndrome. Either way, it means I’m just not good at reading social situations. To me, it’s not difficult to interpret things people say, but rather what they DON’T say. You know: social contexts and some forms of non-verbal communication. Though I usually can tell certain emotions and physical cues, I can’t interpret all of them.
I’m absolutely fine with it, so is my family, and so are my friends. So far nobody’s treating me any differently, and no shit at school either. I’m having great luck bringing the news, really. Some people really reacted as if I announced my own funeral, though.
I personally don’t really care where I’m at on that huge spectrum called autism, to me it means the same either way: I’m going to have to see what I can and can’t do, what I can and can’t learn, etc. I’m going to have to work on myself, but that really isn’t exactly earth-shattering news after spending most of my teen years in therapy. To me it’s like: “Here we go again, but this time, there’s specialist help so I might make some more progress this time around.“