Aspies For Freedom

Some of you may remember how bad I wanted to be a doctor. I still do, in a way. But I found myself stuck in a dead-end job trying to make up class requirements and I was so stressed that I was having meltdowns once a week. So effectually, I put in the nail in the coffin of that dream this week. In my blog pertaining to my mixed-up pre-med life, I wrote this:

I have interviewed at New York Chiropractic College, and I am now waiting to see if I got in. Holy stim, Batman. It's a good thing the table was super-high or I would have flapped my arms so hard I would have gained flight and flew out the window! So now, I wait. Seems appropriate that my medical education ends here. I always liked science, and learned to love anatomy. I'd get both in med school, yes, but I am broke. Had I been born rich and not autistic, then I'm sure my life would be different right now. I also wouldn't have had the time to pursue martial arts or anything else I enjoy. So if choosing chiropractic makes me a quack, then I am proud to be a duck. I am only a bit sad for a life I would have led if I was "normal". But alas, I am on the road to being the best, smartest, young, most-hardworking plastic rubber ducky in the field today. Look out NTs- I'm coming for you. Quack.

What are your thoughts, guys? Half of my family thinks it's great, and the other sees it as once again me not fulfilling my "full potential"...whatever that is.

Well, what is most important is what you know you can cope with. Just about everybody is not really filling their full potential as life is made up of compromises and not everybody has the money and other wherewithal to do everything they might otherwise be able to do.

I think you need to find the answer for yourself.  Don't give up your dreams because it seems too hard.  Give up your dreams because the difficulty has made you realize that maybe you didn't really want it that badly.  A fine line that difference, but really important.