The good news is that after more than half a year of trying to get approved for disability because of my Asperger Syndrome (I'm told I am a pretty bad case) it is finally granted.
You know, it's funny, because I was told I had the same thing. Don't know if that's true or not because it wasn't an official diagnosis, but it was from someone who had a son with it as well, and I'd take her at her word for it.
That would actually relate to a bad news/good feeling thing for me, or vica versa. As a kid growing up through school, I was always, always the introvert. I had basically had a small handful of friends my entire ride through school, and I lost all of them when I moved halfway through my sophomore year and ended up being alone. I was always socially awkward in real life, which is probably why I dove into computer games and the like instead. I couldn't bring myself to talk to anyone. You should have also seen me doing things like give speeches before a class, I break out into shakes.
Then someone tells me that I may have a psychological disorder. For most that would be bad news, but somehow...it made me feel better. Like I had an
excuse for being how I am, and why I was always the odd man out in school. It's a horrible way of looking at it, and I even recognized that back then...but I don't know, I never could shake that feeling.
Er, and I apologize, because that sounded horribly angsty when I read over it again.
