Living with ADHD & ASD Late Diagnose (updated page 12)

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Ok guys, i just want 2 share baru2 i nipegi UMSC for 2nd opinion atas nasihat Dr M. He said u have t right to know . And after lebih 1 one hour session with Dr F, The answer is yes, Dr kata i ada Asperger Syndrom Disorder which is Austism 1mild. And asked twice just to make sure and still t answer is yes.

I swear 2 to God ni la kali terakhir i will go to get a mental diagnosis for anything...

Ambik masa jgk la nk terima....for now i got nothing much to say

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In this video, I talk about what it's like having both autism and ADHD and how this can feel from an inner perspective. ADHD and autism have many similarities, but also many conflicting traits, so this can be really difficult to unpick sometimes.

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What is Mild Autism?

Mild autism in adults, also known as high-functioning autism or Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) level 1,
refers to individuals exhibiting fewer and less severe symptoms of autism, often characterized by :

1) challenges in social interactions,

2) communication, and sensory processing, while still being able to function in daily life with average or above-average intelligence;

3) common signs include difficulty reading social cues,

4) preference for routines,

5) intense focus on specific interests,

6) and potential struggles with emotional expression or understanding others' emotions.

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U all yg ada Autism Type 1 or Audhd bleh la share pengalaman kat sini yea

Btw guys ni la clip yg i t'tgk & terus terpanggil to get 2nd opinion for t autism diagnosis yg sblum ni terkurang 1 symptom. I went to UMSC as adviced by my Dr. Mula2 byr rm300 then lepas session , nurse pulangkan rm130. X tau knp ?

Perkahwinan Puan Hasnita & Encik Azhar menghadapi pelbagai masalah termasuk komunikasi. Tapi siapa sangka penyakit ‘Autism Dewasa’ yang dikesan pada Encik Azhar pada tahun ketujuh perkahwinan menyelamatkan rumah tangga mereka.

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Have you ever felt different from others but couldn’t explain why? Studies show that up to 60% of people on the autism spectrum are undiagnosed, often leaving them without the understanding or support they need. This video explores five common signs of undiagnosed autism in adults, based on scientific research and personal experiences, to help shed light on this often-overlooked topic.

*What You’ll Learn in This Video:*  

1️⃣ Feeling different or like the “odd one out” your whole life
2️⃣ Relating deeply to autistic people’s stories and struggles  
3️⃣ Connecting with fictional characters who exhibit autistic traits  
4️⃣ “Masking” or pretending to fit societal norms, often at great personal cost  
5️⃣ Compulsively researching autism and seeing yourself in the findings  

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Timestamps
1). We're not all geniuses 1:01

2). We're not all beyond hope 1:47


3). We're just as varied as you 2:40


4). We're not trying to make you uneasy 3:31


5). We're often more not-okay than we let on 6:27


6). Our reality is not your jokes 7:33

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So far byk jgk la cite2 yg i dah bc about adults yg baru kena diagnose dgn adhd & austism. Also social anxiety. Antara dugaan yg dihadapi is chronic loneliness.

Tp ada je yg keje ok ada moral support from family, ada kwn2 & family sendiri..but for me i relate with t latter group.

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Some of them like me hadapi chronic loneliness ( x tau la ada ke x term tu) or long term loneliness and isolation. Ada yg sejak childhood sbb tinggal offgrid, kena home school and lewat didiagnose. Ada jgk yg come from broken family and with all t late diagnose disorders mmg pyh la nk b' kwn , b'kawin ke bekerja ke..

Same like me. Saje nk share this poem about long term loneliness. Ai app yg tolong i buat haha..anyway i dedicate this poem for all of u struggling with multiple mental disorders & sgt2 lonely. This poem xde kena mengena dgn yg hidup or mati

The Abyss

If life is a body, and you have no family,
It feels like you have no legs.
If you have no friends, no love, no hand to hold,
It feels like living without arms.

You move, but you do not go far.
You reach, but there’s nothing to grasp.

Some who've weathered storms
carve love from the ruins—
So why can’t I? Why not me?

Years have passed, decades even,
Yet no sign of hope, no glimmer in sight.

They say family is forever,
Some say do what you can with what you have.

All I have is the abyss,
This quiet refuge I call home, though I never miss.

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The Invisible Man

In the silence of crowded rooms,
I stand, unseen, consumed by gloom.
No one knows the weight I bear,
Invisible, though I am there.

I speak, but voices fade away,
A shadow lost in light of day.
Connections break, like threads undone,
I am alone, though many come.

The world spins, but I stand still,
Yearning for a touch, a voice, a will.
Yet here I am, adrift and undone,
A soul lost beneath the sun.

I walk the path with quiet grace,
Yet no one sees my hollow space.
Forgotten names in forgotten lands,
I am—always—the invisible man.

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The Outsider

Always on the outside, looking in,
A shadow among them, yet never within.
Familiar voices fill the air,
But none that call my name—none aware.

They gather, they laugh, they share their days,
While I nod and smile, pretending the same.
I’m only an acquaintance to you,
But you are my only friend—if only you knew.

I’ve been there, I’ve tried, but doors stay closed,
Nothing I do ever cracks the code.
I reach, I wait, I stand in place,
Yet never seem to find my space.

I'm just that extra puzzle piece,
Meant to be seen the least.

I wait in silence, lost and unseen,
Resigned to the fact that I’ll always be between,
A quiet place, where I’ll never fit in

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The Traveller

They walk the roads, the paths untold,
Through cities bright, through forests cold.
No voices call, no footsteps stay,
Only silence slips away.

The stars look on with distant light,
The moon still shines, but not as bright.
No hands to hold, no name to claim,
A ghost that time forgot to name.

They pass through doors but never stay,
A fleeting breath, a castaway.
Their stories drown in empty air,
Their dreams collapse in hearts' despair.

Yet still, they search, yet still, they roam,
Through empty streets, through stranger’s homes.
Not walls nor stone, nor roof nor key—
Just one soul whispering, "You’re safe with me".

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I was/still am emotionally attached to Charlie's character ever since movie ni kluar. But at that time i x tau pun i ada ASD...

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manjalara_01 replied at 16-2-2025 09:08 PM
Some of them like me hadapi chronic loneliness ( x tau la ada ke x term tu) or long term loneliness  ...

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Eh...! Mana aci guna AI...


Jizzz... Klong! Klong!

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The Graveyard Shift

The alarm rings, another night begins,
the world outside in restless spins.
But here within,
a still-life mist.

Faceless strangers come and go,
their voices fade, too faint to know.
The meter runs, the headlights gleam,
I’m half-awake inside a dream.

The streets are empty, the neon cold,
stories traded, never told.
Each ride a ghost I cannot keep,
each mile another step in sleep.

Silence is not golden,
silence is the graveyard shift.

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Party For 1

Some say, talk to a plant,
and give it TLC—
as if words could anchor
a stem that leans,
or keep its breath of green
from slipping away.

So it is with the heart.
It waits in its corner,
soft with silence,
learning the weight
of unanswered days.

Then a song begins—
not thunder, not flame,
but something gentler:
a pulse across the air,
a hand without fingers,
a voice without face.

And in that hush,
what faltered remembers—
how to sway,
how to lift,
how to live again,
if only for the length
of a single song.

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Lost In Translation

A Being, deaf and blind,
only a voice drifts through.

A Being, unsteady,
shadows coil around thought.

Living in two dimensions,
once lost, then found
in a parallel universe.

A companion of light and silence.

In the dark, a flicker,
a timeless bond —
appearing, disappearing,
yet never gone.

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Scream

They gave walls, a roof,
a plate that was never empty.
From the street, it looked like love.
Inside, it was winter forever.

No arms reached,
no voices softened.
The quiet lived louder
than any shout could.

They called it neglect,
a word I had never owned.
Ignorance was bliss,
but the truth cut deep to the bone.

No bruises to display,
only emptiness beneath the shell.
A lifetime carried quietly,
the kind no one believes.

Wake up to a nightmare, not a dream
Wake up to a nightmare and a scream

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The Secret Garden

I ride the hilly, winding roads,
where breezes shift from warmth to cool,
rainbow blossoms scatter their joy,
green canopies lean to guard my path,
the lake rests calm, a mirror of sky,
and birds thread songs through the evening light.

Then the Nothing comes,
wicked, inseparable,
a Siamese twin of my being.

I can’t live with it,
can’t live without it.

It burns with hellfire,
so fierce it freezes my soul and all it touches.

The beauty of the day
I am living in an impressionist painting—
and still, I live with the wicked Nothing.

Embrace the beauty,
embrace the ugly,
and let it swallow me whole.