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My parents noticed that I was somehow different when I was two years old. At that

time I didn’t seem to notice when people were talking to me, even though from the

outside there was no reason for not noticing. The doctors agreed at the time that my

difficulties would get better. 

Well, like many children, I went to a normal kindergarten and later attended primary

school and then secondary school. Although I was always considered strange and

loner, I was teased for a long time, but generally I was inconspicuous and well

tolerated. What was a little different from other children was that I did a lot of therapy

and was seen by doctors quite often. 

The therapies included, among other things: occupational therapy, speech therapy,

motor pedagogy, etc. I started with this when I just started kindergarten and am still

receiving therapeutic treatment to today. I was introduced to doctors not because I was

acutely ill, but because they kept asking where my strange behavior could come from.

I didn’t climb, I didn’t balance enough at times, I hardly played with children my age,

I could always speak well enough, but I didn’t do so to communicate feelings or

perceptions and I seemed anxious and reserved. 

Towards the end of secondary school I got to know and love theater. At first it wasn’t

just strenuous for me to understand and play a role correctly. But over time I

understood what feeling it was like to play and how thinking works in a different role.

This means that my Asperger’s autism is no longer noticeable as soon as I fully

understand my role and then play it on stage. 

After secondary school, I started my training as a special education nurse. I always

understood the people I was looking after very well, but I always had problems

communicating with my colleagues. This communication between me and my

colleagues almost became my downfall at one point or another during my training.

But I completed the training in the usual time and with a good degree. At the

beginning of the second year of training I found out that I had Asperger’s autism, so I

found groups of Asperger’s autistic patients where I met many people and was able to

learn a lot about myself. 

At the end of the curative nursing training, I didn’t really trust myself to work as such

and looked around for something else. So I did a second apprenticeship, this time as a

biotechnological assistant. I enjoyed working in the laboratory and always found it

interesting how everything works with microorganisms, heredity and genetic

engineering. I was convinced that in the future I would make a living by working in

the laboratory. I was also amazed at how well the people there were able to deal with

my peculiarities, so I became a full member of a class community for the first time. 

Shortly after the second training, however, something happened that I didn’t expect. I

was magically drawn to my first job. My brain only produced application texts for a

position as a curative nurse. I gave in and within a very short time found a job as a

special education nurse, which I still enjoy today after about 1,5 years. 

Many people today ask me whether I consider the time spent in laboratory training to

be a waste of time. The answer clearly NO. It was good, I just needed the time and

distance to feel prepared for the career in curative education. 

Well, I held this job for 2 years and started full-time school in the summer of 2015 to

get my high school diploma. After successfully passing my high school diploma and

an unsuccessful search for a place to study medicine, I worked as a personal assistant

and became increasingly involved in public relations work for autism. After two years

as an assistant trainer in social training for autistic people, I now lead a social training

group myself. 

I noticed time and again that the demands placed on me in my everyday life didn’t

quite correspond to what I could really achieve. That how I jokingly thought  that I

could train as an occupational therapist. Fun became serious and has been that way for

three years. I have now completed my training as an occupational therapist and am

starting my working life a second time with a head full of ideas. -  This time as an

occupational therapist.