I’ve lived in the South and on the East Coast, but for many years now, my home has been sunny Southern California. That’s where, at age 38, I was diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome. I have a beautiful wife and daughter, but Asperger’s has made marriage even more challenging than the institution already is.
I’ve tried surfing but it’s a lot harder than it looks, especially for someone who isn’t always graceful with his feet (and the Pacific Ocean is ice cold). I enjoy softball and tennis and whenever I make an error, I blame Asperger’s (not really). As would be expected of a tennis-playing Aspie, I can tell you everything you’d ever want to know about tennis racquets.
I’ve called my blog “Undercover Aspie” for two reasons. First, because, apart from my immediate family, no one knows of my Asperger’s diagnosis. And second, because I’ve become adept at hiding my Aspergian characteristics, through learning — I would even say, studying — the “rules” of social etiquette and mimicking neurotypical behavior as necessary. Even the psychologist who ultimately diagnosed me with Asperger’s was skeptical during our initial meeting.
If you want to know more about why I created this blog, you can read here.
I hope you find this blog informative or enjoyable, or at least a good distraction, and I look forward to your comments.