It's weird looking back sometimes isn't it. My parents took me to a homeopath to help my behaviour (which I now realise was hyperactivity and meltdowns). I developed what I think might have been OCD type behaviour after this. Everything in my room had to be in it's exact place before I went to bed (previously I was the opposite end of tidy) and I started 'touching wood', where I'd tap my head if I had a thought that I didn't want to happen. So lots of "touch wood they won't die" because I'd worried someone would get hurt in an accident or something, amongst other things.This thread couldn’t have come at a better time for me. A while back, I was reading somewhere about someone who’s child was being assessed for autism after experiencing what seemed to be anxiety for a long time and the signs were very familiar. I did some more reading on it and I think I could be autistic.
I have always had difficulty with socialising. I have a small group of good friends from childhood who I am OK with, and I am still in touch with people I went to uni with but spending time with them is exhausting and I feel like I don’t fit in. I don’t remember the last time I made any new friends and I can’t make small talk.
I struggle with noise at work. My office is usually quiet but if it’s at full capacity I find the noise unbearable but there’s only 8 people .
WhenI was a child, I developed odd habits which I had to do every night- for example, I had to look out of my window every night, and read a certain number of pages of my book. For a couple of years I would cry every single time it rained and would cover my ears.
The list goes on (I actually have a list saved in the notes on my phone!). I do suffer with anxiety, and whilst I don’t know if I would go down the route of diagnosis, it goes some way to explaining my behaviours and thought patterns since childhood that anxiety doesn’t.
edit: sorry for the essay! I haven’t told anyone about this yet so it’s good to get it down somewhere.
It was really quite extreme at points, constant throughout the day about all sorts of stuff and was noticed by friends at the time, although I managed to pretend I didn't know what they were on about.
I also went through an odd period of time as a young child, maybe 9 or 10, where I'd pile all of my toys and belongings on my bed with me at night and pretend the bed would fly away.
As an even younger child, whenever I'd stay at my grandparents (who were wonderful people), I'd imagine my escape route if there was a fire but during this I'd bite and suck the inside of my lip until it ulcerated.
It's clear to me now that there was an enormous amount of underlying anxiety going on but I was just a ball of hyper energy, seemingly happy, so it wasn't recognised and I never thought to tell anyone because I didn't realise it was unusual.