"You were fine before your diagnosis." "You've acted more autistic after your diagnosis." "You were more social before your diagnosis."
I can't even begin to find a way to respond to such comments. They erase me in a way. They deny my existence. They suggest my mind is unreal or an act.
Of course I am different after my diagnosis. First of all, think of what I have had to go through after such a diagnosis. It's like reliving your life and seeing every moment where you were let down, fell through the cracks, punished.
Then you realize by communicating with others on the spectrum or with a specialist, you don't have to work so hard anymore. You can be yourself. Suddenly it's okay to stim. It's okay to self soothe, it becomes okay to say "this room is too bright." Or "this situation is too much".
There is one person in particular who has not been there for the duration of my life who is saying these things. They never saw my growing up. The battles, the trauma, the struggle to mask and move along.
I am real. I am Aspie. You do not know my mind. This is me, free of societal expectations. This is me living. You do not own my mind nor decide what is in it.
Get out of my way, and let me be!
Oh, *sigh* How do I easily shut someone like this down?
I can't even begin to find a way to respond to such comments. They erase me in a way. They deny my existence. They suggest my mind is unreal or an act.
Of course I am different after my diagnosis. First of all, think of what I have had to go through after such a diagnosis. It's like reliving your life and seeing every moment where you were let down, fell through the cracks, punished.
Then you realize by communicating with others on the spectrum or with a specialist, you don't have to work so hard anymore. You can be yourself. Suddenly it's okay to stim. It's okay to self soothe, it becomes okay to say "this room is too bright." Or "this situation is too much".
There is one person in particular who has not been there for the duration of my life who is saying these things. They never saw my growing up. The battles, the trauma, the struggle to mask and move along.
I am real. I am Aspie. You do not know my mind. This is me, free of societal expectations. This is me living. You do not own my mind nor decide what is in it.
Get out of my way, and let me be!
Oh, *sigh* How do I easily shut someone like this down?