I've just found this forum, and it's good to be here.
I've never been officially diagnosed as an Aspie, but over the last few years I've become more and more convinced that that's the case; every day something else happens or I remember something that makes me think, "Yes, of course - that would explain..."
I've always been completely rubbish at making friends and at socialising generally. Somehow I met and married my extremely tolerant husband, and had my two great children, now teenagers (and I hate to admit it, but I like them much better now than when they were little. I've always loved them-of course I have, they're my children-but I like them best now. I found helping out at playgroup and having all their toddler friends round to play really hard work. I always longed to be one of those natural mums who loved playing with them, and I kept waiting for it to happen, but it never did...), but my social life has always been dreadful, as has my maths - yet I could read fluently by the age of five.
I've made a kind of uneasy peace with the way I am; I know that in social situations I'm hard work for my host, and I have real trouble reading situations, knowing what to say, trying to find a balance between not enough eye contact and initiating awkward staring matches, trying to hear what's being said to me against the background noise, knowing when I'm being teased and reacting appropriately, so it's easier if I just don't get into those situations at all. The most recent example of this has been with my daughter's boyfriend. His mother lives in an enormous house, and she's one of those people who's always entertaining a stream of friends and family. She thrives on it, and we were included in it all for a while, but I couldn't reciprocate (although I did try), and now the invitations have tailed off. This has left me feeling a) relieved, and b) guilty - despite everything, it matters enormously to me what people think of me.
I'm sorry. I've rambled on far too much. It's just so nice to be able to write all this down and know that whoever reads it (and I'm impressed if you're still with me at this point!) might understand what I'm on about, possibly for the first time in my life. There's so much more I could type, but we're talking novels here...!
Thanks for reading.