duncvis, you wrote: Been there, done that... it was throwing a public wobbler under stress that meant I had to come out of the autie closet at my last job.
So I want to know what happened, details and all.
kinell, a non-trivial question...
At the time, only my direct supervisor/friend knew I was likely AS - I was keeping it quiet since I was still waiting for a diagnostic referral, and hoped to get an internal transfer to a better, more technical job without customer contact. As far as I remember I was having the morning from hell - I was late for work because my car wouldn't start, I was tired, and I was getting shit about something. I was getting wound up in my head because my morning routine was thrown out and it was hardly my fucking fault I couldn't afford a decent fucking car and etc etc... so I was storming around the open plan office getting my shit together, banging stuff about, knocking into things, chuntering to myself with (so I'm told) a manic, strung out expression on my face. At this point I logged on for the day still pacing and stimming looking like I was about to stick one on somebody.
Needless to say in an environment where everyone is paid to be nicey-nice this went down like a lead balloon so I had to explain why I had a bug up my arse.
