Two Worlds, One Mind

A daughter born July 1962, Friday the thirteenth, at 5:55 AM, seven pounds, eight ounces, twenty-one inches. A blood transfusion was ordered due to the Rh factor. Different from the first two children born and the other four children who followed.Many people had concerns regarding how I acted, responded, or thought. My memory of events goes way back-age two, to be Recording words spoken by others along with very detailed picture memories and some actions of others. Struggling with words that have no picture to relate. Scrambled by others' emotions and unable to bond. Conflicts with new information, and a lack of understanding, and threatened by change.At age sixteen, I was diagnosed with autism. My parents did not believe such nonsense. For that matter, they do not believe in psychiatry. Still, I went throughout my grown-up years going forward, backward, upside down, receiving diagnoses with no consistency until, at the age of thirty-eight, a remarkable chain of events sent me back full circle to who I am.Perhaps my story can help people to realize that some things, you cannot fix or change, but rather, just accept that a natural learning order is most helpful.