This is going to be long and rambly (not that I ever make long and rambly blog posts about my mental health).
Everywhere else is fairly personal and I really just have a lot on my chest I'd like to get off. People who have been on these forums a long time know I'm not quite typical (I'm loathe to use the word 'normal' for a descriptor here), and people who've been here longer than that (and have, by and large, left) have yelled at me for going on and on about this when I had no one else to talk to.
(Yeah, no, I'm not bitter. I totally understand, in hindsight, though abloobloobloo at the time).
Someone once mocked me saying I had a "grocery list of mental problems," which was pretty derisive but I've taken to using that phrase because it's also hilarious and vaguely true. I have a lot of issues. Some of them I'm working on (transiness! needlephobia!). Some of them are slowly easing up over time (Tourette's!). Other things I've been avoiding and hoping maybe if I ignore them long enough, maybe they'll cease to be a factor in my life. One of those is being ADD - I've denied it with a disgruntled hatred because it was such a
disorder, and I loathed to think of myself as
disordered or as having a
learning disability. I'm coming to accept it, though, and that's actually helping, because I'm realizing that as I accept it I tend to notice how my attention span likes to flit back and forth. I've already tabbed off to look at pictures of kittens three times during this paragraph and got lost on macromeme once. Seriously.
I mean, look at this:

...uh. Anyways.
The other thing that I've been kind of squelching down for a number of years is being autistic. I've had inclinations and hints dropped in my path for years but I've also had incorrect stereotypes pushed on me as well, so even when I was looking through lists of 'signs of autism' and agreeing with damn near every item on the list, I could still listen to the voice in the back of my head say, for instance, "but you're good at social situations! you can't possibly be autistic!"
I live with two openly autistic people. And one of them participates in Autism Awareness as za job, and one of my close friends in Seattle is an aspie as well. Listening to their stories and their lives and their encounters only strengthened that resonance I felt in my chest, and I've started doing actual research into autism and opened up to one of my roommates today about what I've been thinking and feeling and whatnot.
Ze said that it's pretty obvious, and that ze's been talking with others, and they all think I'm autistic. One of my close friends in NY responded with, quote, "...and then nobody was surprised."
So this is weird. On one hand, I've seen this coming. On the other, even though I know it's not true, I feel like I'm co-opting the abledness of my friends - "oh hey you're autistic cool I've got the autism too we can be aspie buddies now and get ice cream" - and that makes me uncomfortable. They've managed to reassure me that that's fairly blatantly not the case.
Now I'm just figuring out how this plays into my life - does this change anything? Should it? Who should I tell? Anyone? I feel like I should tell my father, if only to make him look back at our interactions and his raising me and to make him go -
oh. of course - but I also feel like I've said enough things to make him worry, and I don't need to throw another reason on the fire.
Gah.