Welcome home to Wrong Planet.XLCR. I can relate to your story. I was never considered a "savant," but I was called a "gifted child." However, Iknew since about the age of six theat I was different from other kids and had difficulty fitting in. I didn't want to be a gifted child and I tried to downplay my "superior" intelligence. Yes, I was good good at book-learning, but I totally lacked common sense. A an adult, I totally feel flat on my face. Became the world's foremost underachiever! Then, about ten or twelve years ago, when I was in my early forties, I read an article about Asperger's Syndrome. I thought "well, now they have a word for it," and never doubted from that moment on that this label applied to me, but it seemed too late to do anything about it. After all, the article didn't indicate that thre was a cure, so I just put in in the back of my mind. Then, awithin the last few years my Mom died and my Dad died along with
several aunts and uncles that I had been close to, and I was left alone in the world. I was flung right to the Gates of Hell by grief, anxiety, depression, utter loneliness. I was so desperate I went to therapy even though I have no medical insurance. Having my self-daignosis of AS confirmed didn't really surprise me, but my therapist was gave me some books written by other adult aspies and I realized that I was not alone in the world, after all. I did have kindred out there,it just took a little searching to find them. Realizing that I was not living on a planet of one has made all the difference in the world.