I lost the link, but I got a 33, which indicates some sort of ASD, including but not limited to autism itself.
My mother apparently had me tested for autism, but the answer was no. Not sure what kind of test it was, though. I was a little kid. This may have been late '70's. But she has allso indicated that she is frustrated that people nowadays are overdiagnosed with things. I don't quite agree, but I do see misdiagnoses quite a bit.
The thing is, I have spina bifida, a physical disability (see link. It's a quick summation) that can vary wildly from patient to patient. It sometimes includes outright intellectual impairment (what had been known as mental retardation). It often causes mild learning disabilities. My speech was delayed until, I think, three. Even now, I get a bit dysnomic, sometimes stalling when I speak, or rambling during speech or writing.
I did have a very odd and pronounced fascination with numbers. Not mathematics, per se, but numbers in their own rite. As such, I used to love memorizing area codes in the North American Numbering Plan. Even prefixes in the same code were of interest to me. In San Diego County, for a long time, it looked like 3 or 8 would not be a first digit of a local phone number ever, but up in L.A. sure (as well, up there, 0 or 1 could appear as the second digit, much like every single area code of the day, i.e. (213)702-xxxx).
Nowadays, that all has gotten too hard because those area code and prefix norms have changed, but I did see a story a while ago about the possible day when we have 4-digit area codes in North America. That struck me as kind of wild, but that's progress.
Socially, I am pretty awkward. However, I have always attributed that to societal neglect due to my disability. So therefore, when everyone else was going to football games and dating and all that, I was noticing number patterns, or cultivating other unusual interests. I'm torn on this. It definitely sounds kind of ASD, but it also looks like the product of my individual surroundings.
My mother apparently had me tested for autism, but the answer was no. Not sure what kind of test it was, though. I was a little kid. This may have been late '70's. But she has allso indicated that she is frustrated that people nowadays are overdiagnosed with things. I don't quite agree, but I do see misdiagnoses quite a bit.
The thing is, I have spina bifida, a physical disability (see link. It's a quick summation) that can vary wildly from patient to patient. It sometimes includes outright intellectual impairment (what had been known as mental retardation). It often causes mild learning disabilities. My speech was delayed until, I think, three. Even now, I get a bit dysnomic, sometimes stalling when I speak, or rambling during speech or writing.
I did have a very odd and pronounced fascination with numbers. Not mathematics, per se, but numbers in their own rite. As such, I used to love memorizing area codes in the North American Numbering Plan. Even prefixes in the same code were of interest to me. In San Diego County, for a long time, it looked like 3 or 8 would not be a first digit of a local phone number ever, but up in L.A. sure (as well, up there, 0 or 1 could appear as the second digit, much like every single area code of the day, i.e. (213)702-xxxx).
Nowadays, that all has gotten too hard because those area code and prefix norms have changed, but I did see a story a while ago about the possible day when we have 4-digit area codes in North America. That struck me as kind of wild, but that's progress.
Socially, I am pretty awkward. However, I have always attributed that to societal neglect due to my disability. So therefore, when everyone else was going to football games and dating and all that, I was noticing number patterns, or cultivating other unusual interests. I'm torn on this. It definitely sounds kind of ASD, but it also looks like the product of my individual surroundings.
"For me, it is far better to grasp the Universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring." - Carl Sagan
