My Story Part I
I was having coffee with the owner of a potential work site and he asked me, "So, what's your story?" That made me realize that my story was very unique and worth telling.
Even if it is not to you, it is my story and I choose to believe it is awesome. I was born in Seattle, but grew up in Snohomish.
When I was ten I lost my mother, brother and grandmother within a twelve month period. Looking back at my life now it is easy to see, but at the time I had no idea I was living with Autism Spectrum Disorder.
I did not do well in school. That is not because I wasn't smart (I failed the same math class two years in a row and then tested into Algebra despite failing basic math). In high school I had a few friends.
I always had a problem with being around different friends at the same time. I have this amazing gift of being able to mimic people around me, which usually leads to people telling me way too much about themselves and their problems (also a gift in my profession).
After high school I went from one meaningless job to another. I could not navigate the whole interview thing (something I struggle with even today despite being really good at interviewing and selecting rock star employees), and I had no structure.
NOTE: People with Autism need structure!