She Is Me. I Am Her. (The Female With Aspergers)



I have gone back and forth over how to write this blog. I’ve actually never given a piece as much thought as I’ve given this one. My typical writing style involves relaying information based on life experiences, feelings, and perceptions. This one HAS to be a little different, while still putting all of those things into it. You see, writing about women and girls with Aspergers is no simple task….and yet, I know the information more than any other I tackle. I know because I have Aspergers. I am Aspergers. My daughter is Aspergers.

I am forever reading the words, “My child is more than autism.” I absolutely understand that thinking. I won’t argue that belief. We are just people, like everyone else. I will, however, simply state that until one has this condition, they can’t quite understand why that statement isn’t exactly factual…or how much comfort knowing about one’s Aspergers brings to them. Aspergers is why I am who I am. It is why my daughter is who she is. I can no more separate myself from it and the way it causes me to be, than I can change having green eyes, big bones or brown hair. I can camouflage all of those things, but they are still there. They are still 100% me all of the time.

Most parents of Aspies have a goal to show their child their worth and how to feel good about themselves in spite of Aspergers. I choose to feel worth and show my daughter hers because of it. I like me. I like her….with good reason. In this piece, I’ll share this condition as it affects females, in the best way I know how….from my heart…and my life experiences. I’ll also share the factual, scientific details. Understanding women with Aspergers is unlike anything you will ever attempt. We are complex and ever changing. We are bold, yet timid. We are honest to a fault, yet hide ourselves in the “acting” we display for the world. We are deep thinkers, while completely simple things escape us.

When I was a child, I remember feeling like I was in a bubble. I was right there with everyone, but also in my own, very private, world. I listened to people converse, and I would have most of my part of the conversation in my head. I didn’t share a great deal of what I thought, because my thoughts weren’t like the words I was hearing others say. I didn’t know why. In my very young years, I didn’t question it, but I did notice it as early as five….particularly when I went to school. I liked people, but I really enjoyed playing alone. I was an only child, so that was fairly easy for me to do. I could be myself, when I was alone. I could talk how I wanted…to my imaginary friends, to my animals, to God. I was deep. Always. I pondered life’s complexities and questioned everything. I was timid and quiet, in my young years…and yet when I became comfortable with people, I was a performer, always sure to bring a chuckle and a smile. My moods were ever shifting. I craved solitude, and then felt lonely in the privacy I sought out. I did a lot of playing outside alone….where no one could hear me talk to myself. I sang, talked to God, imagined I was in a foreign land, and typically pretended to be someone other than myself. I would swim in my pool and become a mermaid, discovering the beauty of the sea. When I went to bed at night, I was like Shirley Temple in The Little Princess, waiting for a mysterious man to come tell me I was in the wrong place and carry me off to my destiny.

I escaped into other worlds regularly. When I discovered The Chronicles of Narnia, I went with Peter, Lucy, Susan and Edmund. I lived that life. I was there. It felt like home to me. When I wasn’t reading those stories, I felt homesick and disappointed with reality. I drew, painted, made cut paper artwork and any other kind of art I could imagine. I liked the quietness of it. It made sense, when so much didn’t. When I played with other children, I tended to control the play. I needed a script to follow, and I needed them to cooperate. To my knowledge , they never felt controlled. For me it wasn’t even about being in charge, but about inviting people to be a part of my world, as I was a part of theirs. I enjoyed playing a mother. I wanted to take care of everyone. Looking back, I realize there was a desire to make everyone feel loved and special. My dolls, stuffed animals, my possessions were real to me. They felt emotions. They needed me. I was justice. I was love. I was a protector.

My favorite friends weren’t even kind of close to my age. They were the elderly. They were my next door neighbors, Mrs. McGee and her husband, “the man Mrs. McGee”, as I called him. They were my grandmas, my grandma’s next door neighbor, my grandma’s best friend, who would write me fascinating letters and send them to me in the mail. Those people were my dearest friends. I loved their stories about a time that was different from the world I knew. I loved to walk through their homes and see the old things that had history. I wanted to go to that place in time. I wanted to escape.

I remember having so much frustration that I was afraid to show. I would pull my hair and cry uncontrollably in private. When I was eight years old, my parents owned a pizza place. I made a “house” in the back of our station wagon, where I could be alone while they worked. One evening, I was sitting in that quiet car, looking into the restaurant. I watched as people talked and laughed with my parents. I started to cry….just a little at first….and then I gave way to most intense cry I ever remember having. I felt alone. I felt like everyone was enjoying me not being there. I felt more than just a window between us. I was different, and I didn’t know how to tell anyone.

As the years went by, I became more outgoing. I accomplished this by pretending to be other people. Whoever I was with, I would mimic. I was never true to me. I was always working to blend and fit in. Soon, I didn’t even really know who I was. It definitely wasn’t any of the roles I played. I was one person as a daughter. Another as a granddaughter. Another as a friend. Another when I got my first job. Another on the volleyball court. Another as a girlfriend. I was a million different people, but none of them were the real me. They were either fragments of me or lies. I mimicked actresses that left an impression on me in films. I became characters in books. I was intelligent. I knew how to hide myself…how to behave in certain companies as to not bring attention to who I was on the inside. There was, however, an underlying fear that all of these people would one day get together and discuss the me that they knew. I was petrified that my false identities would be shared and that I would no longer have anyone at all. I felt like a liar….and I never wanted the truth known. Deep down, I wanted to just be me, but I didn’t really know who that was….and I wouldn’t for a long time….thirty plus years, to be exact.


As I watched my daughter grow, there were no red flags…not for a long time. She was happy, vibrant, the center of attention most everywhere she went. She was/is magnetic. People love her immediately. There is a depth, an intelligence to her, that cannot be matched. She’s artistic, contemplative, wise beyond her years, funny…..anΒ actress.Β When she turned seven, some things started to catch my attention. She didn’t like to be touched in certain ways. She enjoyed being alone. She controlled play when she played with others. She began escaping into books. Her mood and characteristics changed, as she would read. She would watch movies and become so a part of them that she couldn’t separate reality from fantasy. She would mimic actresses. She would speak to me in movie lines. She would become angry, violently angry, when she didn’t understand things. She would become so caught up in her closest friends that she couldn’t stand life without them. She didn’t know who to be, when they were gone. She lined up her ponies from one end of her room to the other. She would design (still does) elaborate homes for her Littlest Pet Shops, yet would rarely play with her creations. She would stare at her miniature animals, love them deeply, carry almost 150 of them with her everywhere she went, but wouldn’t actually play with them like other little girls did. She was, and still is, obsessed with them. She breaks down when she forgets them at home. She speaks in accents some days….pretends she is in a foreign land. She will sit with the elderly and listen to their stories, just like I did. She’s enamored by a world she’s never been to. She likes her privacy, and yet it makes her lonely. She cries easily and can’t explain her feelings without becoming angry and screaming.

She is me. I am her.

There is so much to our identities, that I could never write it all in one simple blog. By now, if you have Aspergers, or your daughter does, you have said, “That’s me. That’s her.”, while reading our minor descriptions. I have searched for the best ways to describe Aspergers in females. While the details are so very vast, I feel I have extracted the best ones for you here….

-Emotionally exhausted and distraught due to constantly trying to process personalities and the “right way to be”

-Overly apologetic when making mistakes or lashing out

-Low self esteem and trouble with her own identity

-Can be overly well mannered and behaved, deterring anyone from seeing there are problems

-May enjoy escaping into nature or “other worlds”

-May be very in tune with animals and love them more than people

-May be very nervous or standoffish at the beginning of a social function then completely comfortable, not wanting to leave, near the middle and end

-Vulnerable to peer pressure and bullies. Can easily be taken advantage of. More prone to be used in sexual ways than those with better understanding of the dynamics

-May have one best friend that she relies on to help navigate social situations, whether said friend is even aware of the role they are playing

-Feels defective and like she must hide her true identity

-May collect certain toys or objects and has a strong desire to keep them organized and close to her

-May have an intense connections to one or several fictional characters. Has a feeling that she is a part of them and they are a part of her. May feel like they would return the feelings, if ever they met

-May have in depth knowledge of certain topics and very little knowledge of the “simple” things

-May have an intense interest in reading and art

-May not play with toys like other children play

-Can be fascinated with other worlds and eras

-Feels like she is from a different time and is out of place

-May be a tomboy

-In adolescence, she may become obsessed with her appearance. Having to have it “just right”

-May not be into the latest things that every else is into

-May care very little about fashion, to the extreme that it angers her

-Enjoys male friends more than female friends. Finds males easier to understand

-May prefer to be alone

-May be very outgoing at home and extremely quiet and scared in public

-May have imaginary friends

-May enjoy writing her feelings or works of fantasy fiction

-May have more adult friends in childhood

-Notices little things that others don’t….sights, sounds, smells, textures

-Aversions to some foods

-Prone to eating disorders

-Can be overly motherly from an early age and is fascinated with having children

-Can be too blunt and speak her mind, offending others and losing friends

I hope that this has helped you understand yourself or your daughter just a little more. More than anything, I want you to understand that Asperger women CAN live a happy, full life, when given the support, love, respect and guidance they need. Education and acceptance can carry your family through any of the storms.

This truly is a wonderful life.


35 responses »

  1. That was me. This is me. But we’ve had this discussion… πŸ™‚ I love you for writing this. I read it and suddenly my world makes some sense. Not perfectly of course, but more so. It’s like you are speaking right out of my head. ❀

  2. Wow, just wow. Awesome job…..thank you from the bottom of my heart for writing this, for putting into words something I can give others to read that do not understand me ❀

  3. Oh wow! I can relate so much! I’ve always been able to pick up on similarities between my son & I, so I’ve always assumed I’m likely on the spectrum somewhere. I’m fairly certain I am, now! LOL I did sooo many of those same things as a child! I almost can’t believe that someone else experienced a childhood like mine! I thought there was something wrong with me, wrong with my family, etc. Thank you for putting your experience & feelings down! I know it takes a lot to share this, but I sincerely appreciate it! ❀ you!!!

  4. You just wrote about me to a “T”, as well. I have only recently really begun to do some self reflecting and come upon the realization that I definitely have Asperger’s. I ALWAYS knew I was very different, but none of the labels the doctors tried label me with ever truly fit. After having a son with Asperger’s and meeting other adult female Aspies, I finally have it all figured out. This post just spelled it out even more clearly. Many hugs,mama. Thank you for your honesty and your beautiful writing. I love this post so much I can’t even begin to tell you…

  5. This is totally me, was, is. I was desperate to escape to Narnia too, would close my eyes and wish and hope. I played alone a lot, then with others, I would listen to my grandma’s ww2 stories and have such a nostalgia for that era, it almost hurt. Wow-the caregiving, the eating disorders, the escaping to nature and other worlds, it’s me point for point. I am quite shocked πŸ™‚ how can there be more me’s out there?

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  7. This is wonderful. I have said the same words about my son….”He is me. I am him.” It is so obvious that my oldest NT son sees it. Sometimes it amazes me how much we are alike. Everyday I realize how much this affected me growing up. I was an only child too and loved talking with older people. I wish someone had known about Asperger’s in the 70s. I might have had an easier time of things. Thanks for posting!

  8. Thank you Thank you Thank you! This makes everything more clear for me. This is me and still to this day I struggle. I get teased even now as an adult for being over-emotional(crying mostly) by my family, but it is the only way to release all the emotion and frustration that I still have from trying to process everything around me. I don’t have friends I can talk to because no one seems to understand the true me and when I am not spending time with my children, I am engrosed in as many books as possible(sometimes3 to 4 at a time)because I feel comforatable there. So thank you very much for this because now I don’t feel like I am the only one!

  9. I have been on a roller coaster with my family. We are a family of 7 children. I have 1 aspie son, and 3 (1 son, and 2 daughters) with autism. I strongly suspect my oldest daughter to have aspergers too and my 8 yo son has something going on but not sure what. He tends to play with girls more and doesn’t seem to fit in with the boys. Seems to be a class clown. My husband was just recently diagnosed with aspergers and ocd and the doctor thinks it is entirely possible that I have aspergers as well. I’ve since read about aspergers in females. I know that I have always felt like a wallflower and never seem to fit in with anyone. I could be alone for long periods of time and not bother me at all. I can write my thoughts 10 times better than I can express them verbally. I could really care less about makeup and prefer a ponytail and capri’s and a tshirt. I do occasionally try to fit in and will try to mimic someone else in dress and style and even start using phrases like they do. I notice things like when something bad happens in the news I don’t get as stirred up as other people. I know it is bad and I agree that if said person gets caught then they should be punished but I just don’t seem to have the reaction that other people do. I feel like I am always trying to think of something to say in a conversation losing track what others are saying because I am trying to think what I should say. I remember having imaginary friends. I remember being a tomboy. I remember relating to boys better than girls. I am so confused by all this. Does this sound to you like this is a possibility.

  10. Wow!!! I related so much to this blog post. It’s brilliant! Thank you for sharing your story. I was only diagnosed at 28 (Sept 2012). I was so overwhelmed by all that the new diagnosis meant for me but also relieved. I sought a diagnosis because I was struggling so much as a parent to my young son. I experienced a breakdown (Autistic burnout) last year. I literally fell apart after my diagnosis because of all the many facades and people I had mimicked became too much to hold together. I had no idea who I really was till I began shedding layers of facades. All of those facades began to fall away after my diagnosis and I have finally embraced who I am. I am so much happier now. I can finally accept myself in all my brokenness and work with myself. I liken my experience to that of a cicada where they live underground for a certain part of their life and then they come above ground and shed their skin in order to live above ground. That analogy resonates so much with me.
    I have shared your blog post on my FB profile and page. It is so good to know that there are so many women out there who have experienced similar things in their lives. You articulated it so well.

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  13. I’m crying right now because this post resonates so deeply with me. I’ve been feeling really incompetent as a mother lately because of my social short comings. My Mom was also me and my little one. How do you teach these desperately needed life skills if you never learned them yourself? If you have any advice, or any information regarding low to no cost resources for an undiagnosed Aspergers mom I would really appreciate it. I’ll keep digging through your posts, and thank you so much for finding and exercising your voice.

  14. I really love this post so much! I see sooooo much of myself (esp. in your daughter’s description) and yet I have people tell me “There is no way you have any form of Autism, you are way too outgoing”. Granted, as I’ve aged, I find myself becoming more and more introverted…although I find it extremely easy to connect with people. I know I have SPD, but I also have so many other issues that go beyond SPD, but I have no idea if I have it or not. My son also has the same issues as myself. We’ve been diagnosed with ADHD and SPD, but like I said…still sooooo much more than either of those two diagnoses. I really thank you for posing this though. I will look more into it.

  15. I don’t have aspergers (not that I know of anyway), but this post described me and my childhood perfectly. I think that creative, introspective, introverted, and imaginative types have a lot in common with asbergers types. My kind of people!

  16. Excellent blog, really explains a lot of what my daughter struggled with in her childhood and still does in adulthood. Have you an opinion on whether more girls than boys experience pathological avoidance disorder as part of Aspergers?

  17. I appreciate your blog. I have an interest in understanding ‘females with Asperger’s’ owing to my suspicions that my daughter might well be on the spectrum. It is far more subtle and harder to judge than in a boy. I know too little about little girls to easily judge, as I’ve had little contact with them for my first 50 years of life. In two and a half years I suddenly found myself with 3 children (aged 8, 9, and 10 now), the youngest is a girl. The oldest boy has been diagnosed with Asperger’s, and having researched for the last eight years I seriously suspect that Asperger’s could also explain my whole life. (a niece and a nephew of mine have four diagnosed Asperger children between them). Once again, thanks for your blog. It helps.

  18. Thank you! I didn’the know I was an Aspie until 2 years ago when my daughter was diagnosed and I had a “this is me” moment researching on her behalf. 35 years I wondered if I was crazy, or what. What you have written here hits so close to home, I’may tearing up. Just thank you so much. Much love to you.

  19. Thank you for this. My deeply sweet and loving 8yo spends hours on end reading and writing amazingly creative, dramatic, humorous homemade books, is so into Greek mythology lately, adores animals and babies especially–says often she will have 4 children…explodes when she is having a hard time with a new math concept or new piano song. More of this information needs to be out there; the stereotype out there is so way off from our girl.

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