Somewhere on the Spectrum?

I'm so emotional watching this Autism Documentary. (The link shows where I paused to write this entry. Not sure how to correctly share from the beginning.)
I was born in 1979, and always seemed to have struggled through school.
I'm a visual learner, and always seemed to thrive one on one teacher time, but received less and less as the years went by. There was just so much I couldn't grasp. In high school, I was put into, then switched from Learning Disabled into Emotionally Disabled classes. 
To this day, I need to be told specifics as to what is expected of me when introduced new duties at work. One of my favorite memories include the smell of coffee coming from a teacher's assistant sitting close to me in elementary school, helping me do my school work.

I remember having meltdowns. The first one I remember having in school was at the end of 5th grade when I was awarded an award by the principal, but I adamantly refused to accept it; ran to the bathroom and cried and cried. When the principal came in after me, I admitted to feeling like they were just giving me award to be fair. I didn't want their pity, and I didn't feel as if I earned any award.

I need verbal praise to be content.

Methodical, and tedious work calms me to the core. Seeing immediate results is also very soothing.

Before

After

Perhaps I am on the autism spectrum. Perhaps not. HF Aspergers? Many of the high functioning characteristics resonates with me. My past makes much more sense in this light.
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