Hi
I want to write here, and I’m really scared.
Today I had a kind of meltdown, and I’m not writing from a calm or cheerful state...
Some time ago… my mom — she founded a children’s rehabilitation center, and worked there with all kinds of kids.
She has four children (I’m one of them), and after working with children on the spectrum, she said:
“You had all the signs in childhood.”
I live in Russia.
I haven’t found a good therapist yet to understand the truth…
But the RAADS-R test gave me 142, and CAT-Q also 142.
All I knew before is that I sometimes had OCD — officially confirmed.
I was prescribed meds twice (by a neurologist and a psychotherapist), but I didn’t take them.
I managed to cope using GSR, a self-development method that’s a bit esoteric.
OCD went away — but the weirdness stayed.
Actually, I was a lot stranger as a child. I barely spoke, I just wanted to be left alone and not pressured.
From around age 14 to 15, I started learning how to talk to people.
Now I’m very good at it. Really good.
But this feeling stayed...
You know... I decided to learn how to socialize.
And that hurt.
It felt like everyone else had some kind of autopilot program that taught them how to connect with people — like they just “crawled” into connection at age two.
But I had to do it manually.
And now — I'm a master 
I even work with people’s mental states (using GSR, my favorite method — not advertising it, since it’s mostly Russian anyway and I don’t even speak English well).
So… everything worked out, but—
That feeling…
like I’m a parrot that learned human language.
Like I trained myself, manually.
And it took so much.
So much pressure all the time…
It’s so hard for me when things change — I hate traveling —
and it feels like people don’t understand what I say, like I’m an octopus surrounded by cats.
And I’m scared even now.
I want to talk to you, but I feel like I’m too much — too emotional, too dramatic…
What if I don’t fit in even here?
I’m just so tired…
Right now, I don’t even have the energy to pretend.
And I’m always scared —
What if I’m too angry, too loud, or…
What if I shouldn’t even be writing this here, because I don’t have an official diagnosis?
(Not wanting to sound rude) — with “normal” (neurotypical) people, I’m afraid I’m broken.
But when I write to you — I’m afraid I’m actually not autistic, and just wasting your time.
So... hi, I guess.