For me it was kindergarten and first grade. I was completely disoriented. I "failed" my first try at kindergarten, when we lived in a state where it wasn't mandatory before I was 5. My mom tried to take me (I wasn't quite 5 yet) and I threw a fit. It was so confusing, because I don't recall ever having a meltdown before that day, so it was traumatic to realize I was having that reaction, even while I had it. My mom was in total shock. I think she assumed it was separation anxiety. But I'm sure it wasn't. She worked and I'd stayed with babysitters I didn't know before. I'm sure now it was the number of children, the strange environment, the monumental nature of the change.
We didn't try again until we lived in another state and I was 5, and legally had to go. This was a few months, because in the meantime we lived for a while in a state that had no kindergarten at all.
The second time it was still difficult, but there was no meltdown this time. I'd had a few months to think about it, to realize school was inevitable and I'd better get used to the idea. But socially it was still so hard - to learn just simple things like standing in line to wait my turn. I understood that concept already, but the experience of having to realize on my own what the appropriate behavior was, that was new to me. Again, it was disorienting. And socially I was so inept with kids who were strange to me. I hated recess for years.
I didn't begin to adjust to the school environment - the structure but not really the social aspects - until well into the first grade. That was when I started to realize that some of the school work was really fun, and I was good at it. The social aspect never really got fun for me, but the school work did.
My second worst year of school was 6th (at 10 years of age), because we moved again, and the kids in the new school were so different, and saw me as so different. At my prior school, intelligence had been valued by all the kids, and athletics were sort of undervalued. In the new school, if you were smart you were outcast, and if you couldn't play sports there was something seriously wrong with you. I did get bullied there, and felt like an outcast in all new ways.
The third worse time was when I realized I was supposed to start liking boys in a new and different way. I was already having trouble making friends with other girls and with feeling like an alien, and having to change clothes in front of others in gym, so this was like adding a new form of torture to the old one.
I don't think I really began to feel socially adjusted until college, and then I finally got a little "boy crazy" and that was hugely distracting. So much so that I couldn't pay attention to school, what teachers wanted, making friends, having a part time job AND stressing over liking a boy. I also couldn't decide on a major. It was all too much. I dropped out.
All in all I think it's pretty amazing that I had any success in the workplace, and I credit that mostly with finding a fairly introverted form of work, where I could work at my speed and not need to do group tasks. I learned to be patient with myself - all this time still not knowing why I was so different socially. When I learned what it meant to be introverted, that helped to a great degree. It wasn't until after I retired - in recent years - that I learned what Asperger's is and had this great big AHA moment.
So that's what was going on all those years.... Geez, could someone not have explained to me? But they couldn't, apparently, since there was no one who knew what it was in 1961 or so, when I first tried to go to kindergarten. Even by the time I dropped out of college there wasn't a formal description.
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