I'm 37 yo. I'm a divorcee and a father to 3 amazing children. 2 boys and a daughter. I'm not sure if I'm here looking for advice or if I'm just simply getting this all off my chest. My whole lifes a complicated mess of confusion and so is that of my 2 sons.
My oldest son:
This was the first time the words "asd", "autism" and "aspergers syndrome" were used around my family. My son was diagnosed at the age of 9 with aspergers after 5 years of study. We hadn't been expecting it. We knew something was wrong and so did the school and the psychologists but we just didn't realise that's what was wrong... and it opened Pandora's box.
He's really bad with it. He has no friends. He hides in a world of computer games. He finds it impossible to join in groups. In fact he hits panic attacks. He's prone to emotional outbursts in particular if his routine is changed. He has pretty severe learning difficulties along the lines of dyslexia but he is a total genius with computers. This is a boy who has returned an iq score of 127 at the age of 10, who since the age of 5 has been able to do stuff on computers that most people out there wouldn't know were to start. It's like he was born with the knowledge. Computer games and their worlds is his protective bubble. If you try and talk to him he will get uncomfortable, ignore you and start banging on about computer games. I'm the only person in the world he'll hold a straight, normal, civil conversation with. He will talk normally to me but not to anyone else. Everyone just gets that protective bubble.
My youngest son:
Was considered fine until he hit the age of 5. The school psychologist noted he was very similar to my oldest son, in particular the obsession with computers and computer games. They suggested he was probably just copying his older brother until just recently. They spent a year comparing them and came to the conclusion that my youngest son only shares 40% of similar traits with his brother. That he has his own, clear traits that fall in the spectrum. So he's not copying his brother and now they have him under testing as well.
Myself:
From an early age I struggled with speech, written words (dysgraphia), emotional out bursts, depression. My earliest memory of severe depression was sitting on the stairs at the age of 5 in a total mess and not understanding why I felt like that (cause nothing bad happened) or what was actually going on.
From the age of 6 they pulled me from school once a week and sent me to psychologists. Please note this was in the early 80's. They told my parents they thought I had adhd but that it was still under investigation by the bma and they weren't allowed to diagnose it as a condition yet. Autism wasn't a recognised condition back then either.
All through my early life, even till today, I was a total loner. I hated people and never really fit in. I only have a small had full of people in my life I let in close. I always ended up fighting everyone at school. The school told me I was a good guy and they knew I was a bit different and getting bullied but there was points they had to suspend me for this. They only ever put me under learning support for partial dyslexia (what turned out to be dysgraphia).
I hate to admit this but it came to a head. I couldn't handle being different and outcast. The school warned me that although they knew why I was lashing out, if I didn't get control of it they were going to have to pull me from school and get me professional help. This scared seven shades out me. I became obsessed with trying to calm down and fit in.... this lead to me smoking cannabis. It was only ever to try and join in the group at first but what it did was it took the anger and emotions out me. It dumbed me down and calmed me down. I suddenly started fitting in. I suddenly found myself the centre of the group... so I started self medicating... for 25 years straight and still counting...
At the age of 21 I had a severe breakdown. I was sectioned and was diagnosed bipolar affective. The weed might have made me seem like I fitted in but inside was still a mess and things that happened in my life... I couldn't cope with it all. I've went full blown schizo affective 3 times in my life and am a rapid switching bipolar. My marriage fell apart. I've lost it so many times. Some days I wake up and can't believe the things I've done the day before. I'm constantly punishing myself.
The point is recently, because my son was diagnosed as having aspergers, they started looking at all of us. They explained that autism has a hereditary side and that it can pass from one generation to the next. That my older son has it. They believe my younger son has it and that they had pulled and studied my school, medical and mental health records and they believe I'm autistic as well... so they have me under a psychologist and support workers, trying to establish a diagnosis on me and they're currently comparing me to my sons... because all 3 of us share almost identical traits that fall in the spectrum. And they tested my iq as well using 4 of the 7 mensa algorithms... I apparently am gifted because I have an iq of 138... and yeah I'm deep involved in computers as well. I've made and released computer games and software, I'm mentioned in the special thanks section of the credit role for 4 triple a games for work I did to help them develop artificial intelligence routines and artificial life. I'm also a published poet, an artist and a musician... but yet like my son, I come across as totally dumb and backwards when talking... cause I've always struggled to get my feelings or point across.
Look, i'm terrified of this. I don't even know where to start. To be told that all the issues I've had all my life have been missed completely or misdiagnosed... even worse. That I'm to blame. That I've passed this on to 2 of my 3 children and have cursed them to the life I've had...
Fyi my daughter they ruled out. Shes totally normal, happy and well adjusted.
Sorry I'm going on here but this is whats running through my head. My head doesn't know when to stop. Tons of information and data run through it at a million miles an hour every day. Way more than I can handle. That's where my best work comes from. In amongst all the madness and rabble comes brief flashes. Moments of sheer brilliance and genius that I have to grab on to hard and get down before they're gone cause so much runs through my head, it's impossible to keep it all there.
I don't even know why I'm doing this... I probably shouldn't be doing this... but I feel lost