u/rustycrabcake

I'm 28 years old now, and I was diagnosed late with autism (ASD 1) at age 21. I'm grateful for the diagnosis because getting diagnosed let me find resources to help me communicate better/understand the social world better, but I'm also confused - because I recently took an official IQ test that placed me at 135. When I was in kindergarten, I was IQ tested for learning disabilities because I only spoke at home and refused to speak at school, and in kindergarten, when they finally convinced me to participate in the test, my IQ came out at 143. I was not identified as autistic at that time, despite what were in hindsight pretty obvious signs. As an adult I'm testing as 135 not 143.

I don't care so much about whether or not I'm smart, I just don't understand the advancements in IQ that have been made in the past two decades and why there's such a huge difference in the numbers.

I've been writing for years, mostly literary fiction, but I haven't written in a good 6 months. I recently discovered CreepCast and they introduced me to the horror genre. I'm writing my first psychological horror story and I'd like some feedback - if this was the first paragraph of a psychological horror story, would you find it interesting/keep reading?

The story starts:

When my parents denied my request for a sibling, I cried so hard that I threw up on my Blue's Clues bedspread. A kid at preschool wouldn't stop talking about his brother in the infant room down the hall, and I was jealous. I was four. I couldn't have been expected to understand adults' finances or their emotional bandwidth, so they calmed me down with a popsicle, and Dad joked that one of me was plenty. They'd get me a dog instead.