Evening - I think I need some independent, anonymous advice here. Not looking for sympathy, validation, nowt like that, just some blunt, down to earth advice. And from lurking on here a while I think I can rely on (most of) you for that. MNHQ please feel free to move this elsewhere if you feel this isn't the right category for this thread.
Back story - and this will ramble on I'm afraid, sorry! I'm male, late 40s. Since my teens I have suffered quite severe anxiety, shyness, difficulty making friends although after pushing myself into a social life in my mid-20s I managed to get myself into a good close knit group of friends. Far too shy to ever ask anyone out though.
At 32 I moved back to my home area in the midlands where I didn't really. A couple of years after the move, I met someone who, eventually, I mustered the courage to ask on a date. Things developed somehow despite my earlier issues, got engaged, got married, had a beautiful DD.
In one sense I like to think I gave everything to our relationship, at least to a point. Probably too much in fact, since I eventually lost all contact with my friends and gave up what hobbies I had, just to "be there" at all times, I guess. Whatever it took to make OH and DD happy, that was the mindset.
However I eventually became more and more resentful when it was clear that OH wasn't happy. I was no doubt smothering her to start with, then becoming more and more resentful when I felt I was failing in my responsibility to make her happy. The arguments started, the sex life became non-existant. Nonetheless I continued to try as hard as I could to be the good husband. But the atmosphere got worse and worse. I got angrier, the arguments got worse, on a few (single figures) occasions I was horribly verbally abusive (never physically) to OH which I'm totally ashamed of myself for.
I had no intention of leaving, however one day after another (not especially heated) argument I simply packed my bags and ended up in a Travelodge on the M1 where I stayed for three days. That probably amounted to the longest period of time we had ever been apart in 15 years.
On returning, OH made it clear that "I had left her" (I hadn't in my mind) and that I should turn around and disappear. That was 12 months ago.
Since the day we separated we've been completely amicable. In fact we've got on far better than we ever did in the final 5 years of our marriage. We see each other almost on a daily basis as I look after DD when OH is at work. I know its over though. I wouldn't ever want to put her through what I must have put her through all over again.
So anyway, a combination of lurking on here and conversations with my GP and a workplace therapist have pointed me towards investigating whether I might have undiagnosed ASD. On top of the traits already mentioned, I also have issues in showing emotions. I loved my mum and dad dearly, however when they passed away I felt absolutely zero emotion on each occasion.
I have filled the assessment form. 41/50 is my score. What's holding me back from actually progressing it is primarily whether a positive diagnosis will only cause problems in life. Professionally it might, and in everyday life I'll have to faff around with the likes of the DVLA to make them aware.
It's the personal stigma which is holding me back the most though. On reading how challenging at best and destructive at worst having an ASD partner has been to some of your posters, I wonder to myself if looking for a diagnosis is simply just raising another red flag to wave towards anyone I might want to have a future relationship with (and to be clear, I'm certainly not on the prowl. I'm as shy as I ever was). I'd like to think I won't be on my tod for the rest of my days but I'm not particularly hopeful on that one and saying "by the way I'm ASD" to anyone new is hardly going to help my cause.
But... that's my quandary. Whilst deep down I would like to know whether or not I am ASD, I feel it is only going to be a thorn in my side both professionally and personally.
I'm not daft. Any diagnosis won't instantly change me as a person. It'll merely be a piece of paper medically defining why I am what I am. I'm sure I'll be equally as difficult to live with if I have a diagnosis or not. All in all though, I've been sat on my assessment form for three weeks now. My question (eventually!!) - should I bang it in the post?