The reason I'm being vague here is because, as I said right off the bat... giving details could fill a stack of memoirs. So I'm going to keep this short, and basic, and if you want to know more, hit me some questions. Here are a couple of the bigger parts of my life that are "different"
I'm adopted, twice. The shortest version of this part of my story goes something like this: My biological mother claims she was raped, but no one knows by who, or if it's true, because I was put up for adoption when I was 2 (1982), and adopted by a family who gave me up for re-adoption in 1988-89. I was adopted by my current family in 1990, and my biological mother committed suicide in 1995, before I turned 18, and could attempt to contact her under Oregon's closed adoption policies in the 90's. I am in touch with my entire living biological family, which took me years of researching and searching to achieve.
I was "officially" diagnosed with ASD (Autism Spectrum) about a year ago... the thing about ASD, being a spectrum disorder... is that everyone is different. I knew my whole life I was autistic, or something like it, but because I am adopted, it was hard to find time to seek a diagnosis. Some people classify themselves, or are classified as Aspergers, some as simply "autistic"... but the finer point is that I'm wired a little differently. Most people who know nothing about ASD think of autism like the film "Rain Man" ...or that autism is like being mentally challenged... or that all autistic people have some sort of savant quality. The last part is true, in a sense. I'm extremely intelligent... a little socially awkward when It comes to nuanced expression, and large crowds freak me out, not because of the people, but because the noise, and motion is overwhelming to me, because I see/hear/feel everything at once all the time. I'm hyper vigilant, and rarely miss details.
So if you're still reading at this point, you must be interested in what I'm saying, so I'll just close with this: People like me, who've lived a life like mine usually wind up one of two ways. Broken, damaged, and identifying as victims... OR... stronger, smarter, and identify as survivors. I'm the later. I am not a victim, and I don't tolerate drama in my life. I am not depressed, but rather positive, because I can really see the forest for the trees. I'm not on any medication, and I don't do drugs or drink to bury any worries, or pain. I am strong.