I know that might sound odd. But I thought about it a lot yesterday, after yet another day of trying unsuccessfully to adapt to social situations, and I really think I am. It's not unheard-of to figure that sort of thing out late; my sister was diagnosed with Aspergers at 30, years after her daughter was diagnosed with autism, and our father, although undiagnosed, is definitely on the spectrum. I was mentally "taking notes" yesterday during training. I have a really hard time making eye contact or knowing how to act at staff development events. I spent an exhausting day trying to figure out where to sit, where to look, what to say, and when to move. I have trouble sorting out what people are saying to me in those situations, and it takes me a minute to respond. Then they stare at me like I'm kind of crazy, or like what I said didn't make sense in context, although I'm fairly certain it did. Couple these sorts of issues with my extreme klutziness and the fact that I kept notebook upon notebook filled with notes on equine science from the time I was old enough to write until well into high school, and I really think I might be on the spectrum! The funny thing is, after half the day of meetings yesterday, I was so stressed out that went back to my classroom and closed myself in the sensory room, LOL! I might get as much use out of it as the kids ... LUCKILY -- the company of children does NOT stress me out -- particularly not my kids with autism. I can't wait to get them back Monday!