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>>11822482
Autism is either complete psuedoscience or I'm a false positive, or I "outgrew" it. I don't know, it seems like such an umbrella term that it barely means anything to me anymore.
I was diagnosed with autism at a really shitty point in my life a few years ago. Basically, I had no job, no motivation, no drive at all. I was living with my mother a couple years after high school. I played a lot of video games all the time, watched porn every day, and smoked weed on the daily. My mother wanted to check with a psychiatrist that especially analyzed only autistic people. So I go in there, answer the lady's questions in that mindset, and she tells me after a couple trips that I have autism.
Fast forward a couple months ago, I am getting my own place, and I just fucking change all my shitty habits at once, mostly by demand of the new place not having internet. I started a journal, bought a book for the first time I think ever (Basic Writings of Nietzsche) and committed to finishing it, got a job at a call center where I'm forced to talk to people daily, stopped smoking weed, looking at porn, and stopped playing video games. All at once. And it was a journey, cause now
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tl:dr autism means nothing, stop shortcutting happiness with porn and drugs