About Me

People like to label each other, don’t they? So here’s me.

Aspergic. Queer. Jewish. Narutard. Miserable. Eccentric. Depressed. Self-harmer. Musician. Electra Complex. Hairy. Short. Brunette. Introvert. Tsundere / yandere. Sick sense of humour. Taurus. Handle with care. May bite. Do not operate using heavy machinery. Feed the animal. I has a flavour. This is why we can’t have nice things.

I am a woman with Aspergers Syndrome, and other issues. I want to share my own experiences – not just with Aspergers, but with related mental health issues and self-harm as well – and debunk the annoying misconception that only men have Aspergers. Because, oh bugger me, you would not believe how many people seem to think it’s a male condition and represents the male brain and blah de blah.

I was diagnosed in 1994 at the age of 10 (before it became trendy, har har), after my dad died and I started behaving in a rather unusual manner. My mum got worried, took me to a psychologist, I did some tests with her, and the rest is history. Through trial, error and having social skills rammed down my throat by the parent, I’ve become more adept at coping with whatever life throws at me, but I still have a way to go.

Although it is not severe, it’s affected me in a big way, and I’ve been in and out of therapy for most of my adult life. However, although it gets me down, I am also determined to make the best of what I have. After all, as the kid in the story says, there’s so much shit in this room, there’s gotta be a pony somewhere.