My parents got angry at me that I behaved my usual autistic self and told me I was being rude to a little girl.
Here’s what happened: mom and I were sitting in the waiting room with a bunch of people. I don’t like to be around crowds because it makes me uncomfortable. I don’t like to start conversations, but mom is very talkative and will make judgments about the people in front of her. I on the other hand, mind my own business. She scoffed at how hideous the woman’s hair looked (the woman she was mocking was sitting in front of me), and mom demanded an answer from me.
Whenever I get forced into these kinds of conversations, which are nothing but a waste of time for me, I tend to be a yes man. Mom’s complaining and my response caused the woman’s daughter to look straight at me, in a creepy manner. Her stare made me feel uncomfortable as if she were about to hurt me. So I held my hand up in front of my face, held my head down and shook it. It was my way of saying “please do not look at me, it makes me feel unsafe”. Mom yelled at me and accused me of being rude, it pissed me off.
I muttered angrily at how much of a crazy woman my mom is, only for her to snap at me “don’t you start your attitude in this place with me, young lady!”. It got me even more angry, because I was struggling with my autism and I absolutely hated being judged as rude even though I was just trying to keep myself sane.
Mom on the other hand, was very sarcastic with me and judgmental over anything that involves me that she doesn’t like yet she didn’t see her own behavior as rude. She loved to exaggerate my feelings as hysterical even though I wasn’t crying (at least not out loud). When I told her she was being too rude, she snapped at me saying “and what about the way YOU acted towards that little girl?! Do you ever see yourself as rude, huh?!”. I told her it was setting boundaries. She dismissed it and replied “everyone has boundaries, you know the world doesn’t revolve around you”.
When I got home, I called my dad and told him what happened. Dad just sighed and said “why do you have to make such a big deal over something so redundant? It’s just a little girl for crying out loud!”. I replied that I feel unsafe when a stranger looks at me and it sends off alarms in my body. Dad mocked me “are you serious? You seriously think a little girl is going to hurt you?”. I told him there are children who are dangerous and threats to society, therefore making it a good reason for me to feel discomfort.
Dad kept on undermining my reactions and claiming that I’m taking things out of proportion. “It’s all over now! Why are you making such a big deal out of it?! Don’t you even care if you hurt her feelings?!” Dad said. I replied “why do you act like you know the girl when you haven’t even met her?”. Dad replied “you know the way you act is going to intimidate people and then you’ll wonder why they’re such a threat to you!”. “What about me?!” I said, “you seem to care more about a random stranger than your own daughter!”. “I never said that,” dad replied, “all I’m saying is that your behavior is going to intimidate them and cause them to act savagely”.
I had already reminded my parents that I’m autistic and I’m going to act differently than they want me to. I don’t like to socialize with strangers in public. Whenever I tell of my experiences, I’m told “that’s just you” and “I don’t understand you at all”. I can’t help but feel uncontrollable fear, and if I try to control it, my body gets out of whack, and my mental health gets worse.
It’s bad enough that I am expected to mask my symptoms in front of the public but it gets worse when someone tries to cross my boundaries. I don’t want any solutions regarding my personal experiences, I just want to be left be.
Here’s what happened: mom and I were sitting in the waiting room with a bunch of people. I don’t like to be around crowds because it makes me uncomfortable. I don’t like to start conversations, but mom is very talkative and will make judgments about the people in front of her. I on the other hand, mind my own business. She scoffed at how hideous the woman’s hair looked (the woman she was mocking was sitting in front of me), and mom demanded an answer from me.
Whenever I get forced into these kinds of conversations, which are nothing but a waste of time for me, I tend to be a yes man. Mom’s complaining and my response caused the woman’s daughter to look straight at me, in a creepy manner. Her stare made me feel uncomfortable as if she were about to hurt me. So I held my hand up in front of my face, held my head down and shook it. It was my way of saying “please do not look at me, it makes me feel unsafe”. Mom yelled at me and accused me of being rude, it pissed me off.
I muttered angrily at how much of a crazy woman my mom is, only for her to snap at me “don’t you start your attitude in this place with me, young lady!”. It got me even more angry, because I was struggling with my autism and I absolutely hated being judged as rude even though I was just trying to keep myself sane.
Mom on the other hand, was very sarcastic with me and judgmental over anything that involves me that she doesn’t like yet she didn’t see her own behavior as rude. She loved to exaggerate my feelings as hysterical even though I wasn’t crying (at least not out loud). When I told her she was being too rude, she snapped at me saying “and what about the way YOU acted towards that little girl?! Do you ever see yourself as rude, huh?!”. I told her it was setting boundaries. She dismissed it and replied “everyone has boundaries, you know the world doesn’t revolve around you”.
When I got home, I called my dad and told him what happened. Dad just sighed and said “why do you have to make such a big deal over something so redundant? It’s just a little girl for crying out loud!”. I replied that I feel unsafe when a stranger looks at me and it sends off alarms in my body. Dad mocked me “are you serious? You seriously think a little girl is going to hurt you?”. I told him there are children who are dangerous and threats to society, therefore making it a good reason for me to feel discomfort.
Dad kept on undermining my reactions and claiming that I’m taking things out of proportion. “It’s all over now! Why are you making such a big deal out of it?! Don’t you even care if you hurt her feelings?!” Dad said. I replied “why do you act like you know the girl when you haven’t even met her?”. Dad replied “you know the way you act is going to intimidate people and then you’ll wonder why they’re such a threat to you!”. “What about me?!” I said, “you seem to care more about a random stranger than your own daughter!”. “I never said that,” dad replied, “all I’m saying is that your behavior is going to intimidate them and cause them to act savagely”.
I had already reminded my parents that I’m autistic and I’m going to act differently than they want me to. I don’t like to socialize with strangers in public. Whenever I tell of my experiences, I’m told “that’s just you” and “I don’t understand you at all”. I can’t help but feel uncontrollable fear, and if I try to control it, my body gets out of whack, and my mental health gets worse.
It’s bad enough that I am expected to mask my symptoms in front of the public but it gets worse when someone tries to cross my boundaries. I don’t want any solutions regarding my personal experiences, I just want to be left be.