Not much I can add, other than she’s vocalized much of what I’ve felt for nearly 30 years. When I was a kid, though, it wasn’t en vogue to talk about anxiety — or Aspergers, which was an unknown and undiagnosed syndrome. But now it seems like there’s a sort of “coming out” by sufferers who are finally being acknowledged (or at least recognized) for having a real cognitive disability that makes the day-to-day just a little harder than it is for most other people.
Frankly, I’m fairly certain that the anxiety (and subsequent depression) I’ve lived with all my life are byproducts of anticipating the awkwardness and confusion of mingling with other people. It’s exhausting to try and be social because it always feels like I don’t know how to have a simple conversation: it’s hard to know when to talk and when to listen, and it’s equally difficult to know if what I’m saying is being taken the wrong way.