I’ve never been depressed when it comes to being an aspie because I didn’t even look into it until after I learned to accept myself. For many people, getting the diagnosis is a big part of accepting how different we are as aspies, but I wasn’t raised to dislike who I am. I was raised to believe that everyone is unique and special, and the differences between each individual and every other individual are things to be examined and celebrated. For me, the main difference was that I’m highly intelligent, and that’s an easy thing to celebrate.
Looking into aspergers, other positives jumped out at me that I hadn’t considered about myself, like the hyperfocus, the near-photographic memory, the attention to detail, and my heightened senses of taste and dulled ability to feel pain. Looking at the negatives made me feel good too because I am not socially awkward, and I am not plagued by the sensory oversensitivities that many aspies and autistics experience.
I’ve had ups and downs in my life just like everybody else, but being an aspie has contributed a great deal to who I am, and I’m extremely happy about that. I beat depression all by myself by utilizing my aspie talents of deep thought and intense concentration. Now all I have to do is figure out how to create a niche for myself in a society in desperate need for visionaries like me.