Still True

My feeling is that in general there is no reason to make a distinction between the ways in which people were (or were not) diagnosed. The main thing is usually that the person identifies with a set of issues and challenges, and their internal voice says: “That’s a lot like me!”

Of course, if a person is facing some kind of challenge related to NOT having an official diagnosis, and they want to talk about it, that’s up to them. But otherwise I can’t really see why it should come up in our discussions.

Also it makes me think: I’m not blind, or deaf, but because of my sensory issues I find it very helpful to read about and discuss things that blind or deaf people experience. Mainly I’m interested in the sense of touch, which it seems to me is neglected by five-sensed people and culture.

Anyhow, my point is: for Tumblr discussions and things of this sort, it matters more that we have something in common. and that we learn from each other. And I would say: our differences may be interesting to discuss; but our differences should not be what define us.

So I’m seeing a new meme I guess? Where posts have (professionally diagnosed) or (self diagnosed) and it’s making me uncomfortable?

There’s a lot of stigma on being diagnosed with mental disorders, illnesses, or the like

People treat it as you trying to get attention or faking it or even ridicule you for it

I’m just worried that this meme is going to turn out horribly for those that use these terms seriously

So please if you do see it can you not make it any bigger?

Sincerely from a self-diagnosed autistic

(You can add to it if you feel the same)

love pogo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MVxh92lf_EU&feature=share

I know that. Oh I got a text message from the cute girl I met at anime group! She likes me!! I’m finally going to have a friend!

Two days later: Why hasn’t she texted me back? I must have said something to turn her off. I’m going to be alone for the rest of my life!

that feeling when you’re hit with a manic wave of affection and positivity that you know will pop the moment something minutely goes wrong

What is autistic masking, and how does it affect mental health?

This is a common topic of discussion in the autistic community, but I haven’t ever written a post specifically about it before. So, here it is: a thorough explanation of what masking is, examples of it, what causes it, and why it can be harmful but sometimes necessary.

Masking is when autistic people disguise (mask) our autistic traits & behaviors, by replacing them with more “socially acceptable” (read: neurotypical) mannerisms and actions. Usually, we do this to fit into neurotypical social situations, including our schools and workplaces. Masking can require careful internal thought, and often results in a state of heightened vigilance and awareness of one’s body and how it is being perceived by others.

Autistic people are taught from a young age, whether by our families or by society at large, that the way we interact with the world is wrong. We are told that we need to look people in the eyes, smile and nod when spoken to by authority figures, sit still, and have “quiet hands.” All this, despite the fact that most of us find eye contact overwhelming, have to stim to meet our sensory needs, and find it easiest to communicate in unconventional ways.

We are taught that in order to be accepted by our peers, we have to mimic their mannerisms and speech patterns. We have to learn to fit in. Many of us try this, but it’s exhausting work. Things that seem to come naturally to other people are a constant, conscious effort on our part.

The absolute exhaustion and painful overload that happens when we mask can lead to awful meltdowns, and even long-term autistic burnout. When I was in kindergarten and elementary school, I masked all day. I didn’t let myself stim. I was a model student. I smiled and made eye contact with everyone. And when I got home, almost every day, I had massive meltdowns. Screaming, sobbing, violent meltdowns. Many of them lasted for 30 to 40 minutes, but some went on for 3 hours.

It was these meltdowns that led my parents to seek an autism diagnosis for me, which I received at 8 years old, after years of suffering from the effects of masking my autistic traits at school. Because I didn’t know I was autistic, I thought I should be acting like the neurotypical people around me. I wanted to please my teachers, and I wanted to make friends. I was extremely sensitive to criticism from teachers, so I did everything in my power to avoid it.

I distinctly remember seeing fellow autistic classmates with higher support needs wearing ear defenders, and wishing I had my own pair that I could wear to school. I wished that I could stim like them. I wished that I could have sensory breaks like them. But I couldn’t, because I wasn’t diagnosed, and besides: when you’re deemed “high functioning,” you’re expected to mask no matter what the cost is to your wellbeing.

My ability to mask, coupled with my extremely high measurable intelligence, was cause for me to be diagnosed with “mild, high functioning Aspergers.” Nevermind the fact that I still couldn’t bathe myself at 9 years old, that I had to be restrained by my parents for them to brush my teeth, or the fact that I continued to have meltdowns so violent that I broke several doors.

Because I was labeled “high functioning,” I was expected to mask my autistic traits at school and at home. But once I discovered that I was autistic, I rebelled against that mandate. At 9 years old, I started stimming more, exploring more comfortable speech patterns, and reconnecting with my senses. My parents told me to “stop acting more autistic.” But I was just rediscovering parts of myself I had lost.

Now that I’m older, I know myself. There are certain circumstances where I know that masking is a good idea, because otherwise I won’t be able to obtain certain educational or job opportunities. It’s an unfortunate reality that autistic mannerisms and behaviors are still seen as undesirable and unwanted in most professional settings.

So when I’m in those settings, I unmask as much as I can, when I can. I take vestibular stimming breaks in the bathroom. I vocal stim when other people aren’t around. I play with the rings on my hands.

But it’s still difficult. It’s still exhausting. It still takes a toll on me. I have to be aware of my posture, the position of my legs, the movements of my arms and hands, the nature of my facial expressions, the social appropriateness of my words, and more.

And that is why, more than anything, I want society to become more aware and accepting of autistic behavior and body language.

I want to live in a world where I can jump and flap and squeal in public, and instead of staring at me, people laugh and smile with joy. I want to live in a world where adults wearing ear defenders are taken seriously and treated with respect. I want to live in a world where autistic people of color are not at risk of being shot and killed for stimming or having meltdowns in public.

Unmasking will look different for everyone. But I want all of you to know that each public act of autistic expression is revolutionary. I want you to know that flapping your hands in the supermarket is a battle cry. I want you to know that wearing ear defenders in public is to wear a badge of honor. I want you to know that defying the rules in a world not built for you, standing your ground and existing despite attempts to make you disappear, is the bravest thing a person can do. We are warriors, and one day we will win. Remember that.

~Eden🐢

I want to be the girl sitting in that chair

same with other special interests

me talking about kpop to my non kpop friends

The proper attitude towards life on earth

Révérence | dariach_photo

I love Phos

Phosphophyllite, from House no Kuni

I want that shirt

I sent a message last night about my new Autism Shirt™ and thought you’d like to see it

Kay: !!! it looks super soft and comfy!!! I also like the colors. They go well with your skin tone. SIDE NOTE IT THAT A HARRY POTTER POSTER IN THE BACKGROUND??? You’re a good bean, and I support you. I hope you get a lot of comfy flannels in the future.