I'm Autistic. Diagnosed at the age of 16 with moderate-severe Asperger's in 2001. I struggled all throughout middle-school high-school and even some college to understand other people and to make friends. Middle school was the worst, because I was endlessly bullied, very depressed, extremely lonely, and constantly told that I was "weird".
Before my diagnosis I remember breaking down in my school's counselors office begging her to teach me how to make a friend. It was a lottery based "art school" because my 5th grade teacher thought I would be a good fit there because that's where other "weird" kids were. I hated art, but I went anyway on the advice of my mother. By breaking down, of course, I mean crying hysterically just trying to reach someone to tell me how I could not be doomed to a life of bullying and loneliness. She told me "The best way to make friends is to be a friend." That was her best advice. It was completely useless to me. I thought "What does it mean to be a friend?".
During that time I saw countless psycologists, and was diagnosed with ADHD (wrongly), major depressive disorder (wrongly), and bi-polar disorder (wrongly). I was doped up on so many experimental medications that I have completely forgotten my life from the ages of 12-17. At some point my mother gave up on me and put me in foster care for 2 years. I spent 9 months of that time in jail for doing some pretty scary things. Namely burning down a 3000 gallon trash can (which I did for attention), and my attempt to commit suicide by jumping in front of a semi, which failed and got the police called on me. I tried to commit suicide by cop, which also failed.
I ended up in a couple psych wards. Once at an awful, horrible place called Fox Run, a few others in between, and then finally at a place called Parmadale in Cleveland, Ohio. At Fox Run, the doctor's decided to do an experiment and take me off all the drugs I was on so that I would "reset" and so he could properly diagnose me. He didn't get the chance but he told my social workers that he was concerned that I might be autistic and misdiagnosed. So when I arrived at Parmadale they disregarded my entire history, and evaluated me as I presented there. I was diagnosed with Autism 2 months in.
Later my brain would be used in a series of studies at the OSU Medical Center on diagnosis through brain scans. I recently found out these scans are in several published papers on the subject.
Anyway, Parmadale focused on rebuilding my self-esteem and focused on teaching me social skills, practices and techniques to overcome my disability. I haven't taken any medication since I left that facility at 16 years old. I went onto graduate high school (with honors), and I have a degree in Video Game Design and Development from Fullsail University in Florida. I've worked in software and startups for years, doing everything from interactive media, to web development, to machine learning, to whatever is next. It's taken me several years of practice, but most people I know both personally and professionally now have no idea that I'm autistic. I fake it very well. Occasionally I meet people who tell me later that they had no idea.
Things could have gone very differently without a diagnosis. I am certain that without a diagnosis I would have ended up dead or in prison for a very long time.
So yeah, diagnoses is very important. For many people with this condition it can be life and death. For me it was at least. I'd rather have a million people who are misdiagnosed or just awkward and misrepresenting themselves as having autism than a single unfortunate teenager out there struggling with this disorder and having no idea how to overcome it. Awareness is everything.
As an autistic person it makes me concerned to hear others gatekeeping on this issue or seeing it as the new ADHD. That might be the case, but before you disregard it, please think of that 16 year old kid acting out, lonely, depressed and misdiagnosed because no-one seems to know what's wrong with him. Then ask yourself whether or not that diagnosis and label is important and could help.
To fix any problem, you must first understand what the problem is.
My name is Raymond Chandler III and I am Autistic.