I'm posting another page I did a few months ago. I recently learned I am a high-functioning autistic. I was not ready to learn this ... perhaps I never would be. There was a minute of hope where all my social challenges suddenly made sense ... and I felt a sense of freedom in knowing I didn't have to pretend to be normal any longer. But my hope quickly disintegrated, as I realized God had placed me in some communities that would require me to step beyond my autistic abilities; He put me in a place of dependence on Him. Actually, I've always depended on Him in social situations, but this was the first time that dependence became my reality.
I am slowly ascending out of a pit of despair and back toward hope. It is a slow, but steady journey.