Not sure if I have AS or not, but something happened literally less than five minutes ago that I feel the need to post about.
I'm staying at my grandparents' house this week to work on a paper due Thursday because my laptop is broken, and she came into the office and started talking to me about an oral exam I have tomorrow in my Japanese class. This is something I'm trying to not think about because I can't study much for it (the main thing about this exam is going with the flow of conversation) and I started getting really overwhelmed. I told her that I couldn't talk, and she just kept talking. She asked why I couldn't talk, and I said, "I just can't talk." I was speaking in a stressed tone because I was getting more overwhelmed the more she pushed. She wasn't really doing anything wrong, but I couldn't really explain that because I was starting to freak out. I tried to explain that I wasn't capable of talking about it any further but I know she doesn't really understand me when I get like this. She eventually left me alone, which was all I needed to compose myself.
Oh, I just thought of another thing that happened recently. My grandma and I were going to a pizza parlor one evening for my cousin's fundraiser. I had put on a T-shirt with my favorite band's logo on it that morning. My grandma told me she wanted me to change my shirt and dress more feminine for this. I asked her why and the only answer she had was that she likes to see me dressed up. I didn't see a good reason for me to change my shirt and dress up since we were just going to a pizza parlor with mostly family there, and I hadn't planned on changing my shirt, so I told her I didn't want to. I was actually really uncomfortable just thinking about changing my shirt because that was the shirt I picked out for the day and I had not planned on changing it. She was insistent and I just couldn't understand why. I started getting really upset because I didn't understand her reasoning behind wanting me to change my shirt. Also, the prospect of change in my plans, even in a small way, was unsettling. This confusion mixed with an already stressful week sent me into a meltdown. I started pulling on my hair and I stomped really hard on the floor because I felt like I needed to pound on something. I made it into a different room and then... Well I don't fully remember what happened between that and putting on my backpack to leave for class (I had a class before the fundraiser). I stopped talking for a little while after that which I usually don't do. It was an exhausting afternoon.
I feel guilty when I do things like this, even though I can't help it, because she really does mean the best. I also feel absolutely ridiculous for reacting this way when I'm 18-years-old.
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Diagnosis: Major Depressive Affective Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Mild PTSD, Agoraphobia with Panic Disorder, Attention Deficit Disorder of childhood with hyperactivity (more inattentive, though), Mild OCD, Social Phobia, Tourette's Syndrome