Where do I belong? – the conundrums of the Spectrum

It’s a little more than a year ago since I got my late diagnosis of Aspergers Syndrome. A little more than a year has passed since a kind psychiatric doctor tried to explain to me what autism meant and how it could express it self and I couldn’t take any of it in, because the words “Aspergers Syndrome” and “not curable” kept ringing in my head and dancing in lime green colours before my eyes. 

I am AspienWoman by Tania A. Marshall

First of all, to Danish readers, I am sorry I am writing in English, but I have had a few review requests by people, who do not understand Danish. Given that I have read too many websites auto-translated, I feel the essence of the review might be lost in auto-translation, if I write in Danish.  To English readers; it has been quite a number of years since I was at school, learning English, so there