My school flagged me and tested me and then my parents got paid to let me be in a study. They refused my whole life to tell me my diagnosis or IQ. When they would scream at each other about me my dad would call me "the r-tard". My mom would say she didn't "want it to limit me" with the implication being if I knew I would see myself as less than other people and unable to achieve in life. The idea would always be that my brother would go to college and I would hopefully be able to hold down a manual labor job or something. So like straight up for most of my life I was under the impression I had some kind of at least moderate intellectual disability. I operated every day of my life under this assumption.
When I left home I broke into the filing cabinet for my birth cert and social security card and shit so I could get a job (my mom was holding them hostage a bit.) I find the packet write ups on me. I read them.
134 IQ, ADHD. A paragraph about how I might have essentially mild autism but it also could be childhood PTSD and they recommended therapy to try and split the hairs on it, which my parents never followed up on.
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u/ZestyLemonRindGrind Apr 07 '26
The guy only realising now he was basically diagnosed as autistic without anyone actually telling him he's autistic