My DH has told me before that he thinks I have AS. I laugh it him usually and say whatever.
We were having an issue with DD earlier this week and her need to wear her hoodie still (when it's 90+ degrees out) and we were trying to discuss with her that it was a comfort item and it's time to try to put it away for the summer. All of a sudden it occurred to me that when I was in middle school I was guilty of wearing my leather jacket all school year long. In said jacket pocket, I kept a Snapple top which I would "pop" frequently. I remember my mom always nagging me to stop wearing my jacket and get frustrated with me popping the lid. I told DD that I had the same issue as a child and that I know that she feel more comfortable in the hoodie but that she needs to not wear it right now and we needed to put it away for next fall like we have had to do with her boots before. (I felt like my mom, but I am trying to help her so I think I am doing the right thing.)
Then it suddenly occurred to me, I think DH is right. I think I might have AS. It took my DD having the same issue for all these things to come together. My mom always talked about how I started reading at 2. I was an avid reader and had read most of Stephen King's novels by the time I was 10. I was in the gifted program at school. I collected napkins....napkins!...from weddings, restaurants, baby showers, ect and hung them on my wall. I collected pens too. I hated the tags on my clothes and finally stopped cutting them out when I was in high school for the most part, although I still cut out some particularly on underclothing. Once at a marching band contest I ended up with the wrong hat and it was tight and it bothered me so bad I literally blacked out while we were standing to do our contest pictures. I hated the texture of meat, in fact, I still won't eat meat separately (not mixed in with something) unless it's chicken. My mom used to try to make me sit at the table until I ate the allotted amount of meat on my plate until my older brother would sneak and eat it for me. I can't eat brisket, ribs, steak, ect. I have no problem eating BBQ sandwiches, meatloaf, hamburgers, anything that is mixed with something else. I'm socially awkward. I'm a klutz. I think I've been in denial all along or too focused on DD once I knew about AS to realize it could be true, I could have AS.
I contemplated writing this post the other day when I came to the realization, but I backed out. It seems so strange to try to say that I might not be "normal".