In my teens, I learned that people have far more strength than they realize. I had already heard it, but a series of events proved it was true for me. I found that when I thought I had no strength to continue, by sheer determination I could continue what needed to be done. I described this to a few people over the years as "Forced March Mode".
Now that I am retired, and have minimal social interaction, I have recently realized that in order to get through school and career life in a NT world, I had basically been living in Forced March Mode. I "toughed out" my discomforts with crowds and noise. I forced myself to make eye contact, shake hands, even hugging to a point. I saw no other choice. I needed to be functional. To not be a burden. Beyond that, I WANTED the world to be better for my having been here.
I was brutal with myself. For decades. I figured I could do what others did, even if I didn't like it. I needed to just do it. If I had to dissociate much of the time, oh well. Not that I knew what dissociation was for most of my life - I considered it "sucking-it-up". I would have never treated any one else as harshly as I treated myself. I had no idea that I had a valid hard-wired reason for my "weaknesses". I only learned I was autistic early in 2023. I only learned what autism was over the following couple of months.
Of course, throughout history, autistic people became successful by following a similar harsh course. Autism was not only not understood - it was not known. Nowadays, we know about autism. We know our difficulties, and our strengths. We don't need to be cruel to ourselves.
Better late than never, I suppose, I'm making the effort to let me just be myself when I'm out in the world. If people think I'm weird, well at least maybe they are thinking, I guess.
Now that I am retired, and have minimal social interaction, I have recently realized that in order to get through school and career life in a NT world, I had basically been living in Forced March Mode. I "toughed out" my discomforts with crowds and noise. I forced myself to make eye contact, shake hands, even hugging to a point. I saw no other choice. I needed to be functional. To not be a burden. Beyond that, I WANTED the world to be better for my having been here.
I was brutal with myself. For decades. I figured I could do what others did, even if I didn't like it. I needed to just do it. If I had to dissociate much of the time, oh well. Not that I knew what dissociation was for most of my life - I considered it "sucking-it-up". I would have never treated any one else as harshly as I treated myself. I had no idea that I had a valid hard-wired reason for my "weaknesses". I only learned I was autistic early in 2023. I only learned what autism was over the following couple of months.
Of course, throughout history, autistic people became successful by following a similar harsh course. Autism was not only not understood - it was not known. Nowadays, we know about autism. We know our difficulties, and our strengths. We don't need to be cruel to ourselves.
Better late than never, I suppose, I'm making the effort to let me just be myself when I'm out in the world. If people think I'm weird, well at least maybe they are thinking, I guess.