AmorphousBlob
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I've never been diagnosed. It wasn't ever even a consideration to my doctors and family, as far as I know. But I've been doing some research lately and I thought it'd be best to actually talk to people instead of just reading posts. When I was younger I was diagnosed with ADHD because I had trouble paying attention and wouldn't get my work done due to the loss of focus. I was also diagnosed with social anxiety around 2 years ago. I was recently diagnosed with SPD, cause before that the sensory issues were considered part of ADHD. But I think there's more to my SAD as well.
I had issues, and still have issues, with understanding a lot of the nuances of social interaction. I distinctly remember one conversation in third grade that went something like this:
"Hey did you know that (type of water snake) is super dangerous because you can't feel their bites well. Oh man, what if someone was bitten in the butt by one. They wouldn't see it or feel it!"
"We're eating lunch, you shouldn't talk about stuff like that."
And another one (Same people):
"I don't like regular sports, but quidditch is awesome! Too bad it's not real..."
"Oh, I bet (person A) would want to hear all about it"
*Turns to person A* "Like, I wouldn't actually play it cause heights are scary, but-"
"I think (person B) is more interested than I am"
*Turns to person B*
And the cycle continues.
Little things like that, mostly not understands when it is and isn't ok to bring certain subjects up. It wasn't until a few years ago that I realized these requirements existed, and apparently nearly everyone understood them but me. That was where the anxiety came from. The realization made me afraid of unintentionally doing or saying the wrong thing. It wasn't a good realization, it only made my life worse. And thus, I was diagnosed with SAD.
So.. yeah. There's a lot more to it than that, but I don't want to bore everyone.
I had issues, and still have issues, with understanding a lot of the nuances of social interaction. I distinctly remember one conversation in third grade that went something like this:
"Hey did you know that (type of water snake) is super dangerous because you can't feel their bites well. Oh man, what if someone was bitten in the butt by one. They wouldn't see it or feel it!"
"We're eating lunch, you shouldn't talk about stuff like that."
And another one (Same people):
"I don't like regular sports, but quidditch is awesome! Too bad it's not real..."
"Oh, I bet (person A) would want to hear all about it"
*Turns to person A* "Like, I wouldn't actually play it cause heights are scary, but-"
"I think (person B) is more interested than I am"
*Turns to person B*
And the cycle continues.
Little things like that, mostly not understands when it is and isn't ok to bring certain subjects up. It wasn't until a few years ago that I realized these requirements existed, and apparently nearly everyone understood them but me. That was where the anxiety came from. The realization made me afraid of unintentionally doing or saying the wrong thing. It wasn't a good realization, it only made my life worse. And thus, I was diagnosed with SAD.
So.. yeah. There's a lot more to it than that, but I don't want to bore everyone.
