I think it’s applicable.So, I just found this video yesterday. The title suggests the topic is about TikTok videos, but right out of the gate, it is actually about how neurotypicals sense our autism, not really knowing what they are sensing, and tend to get offended by how we are saying things. I know this is a bit late in the thread, here, but thought it was applicable to the conversation.
You can stop the video early, as she goes on to other topics.
I posted earlier in this thread about my own experience. I’m not good at this social media thing, and have been dealing with some difficult issues since those posts, hearing the responses.
The experience this person outlines is my life story. Except, where people find her ‘weird,’ my experience is that they find me stupid. Like, 150 milliseconds into a conversation I don’t even know has started. You know what they say about first impressions. And a good part of my response is about having to change that first impression before being allowed to play my proper role.
Yes, detractor, I really have earned my right to be allowed to play my rightful role. And, I insist, no one should expect me to prove it over and over, forever, every time some strutting ableist decides that the weird guy isn’t really a legitimate human being.
My natural role is as a corrector. Like a mechanic, I ‘listen’ to human operations and ‘hear’ where something isn’t aligned or calibrated. I look at the larger picture and alter or redesign the process to eliminate the problem. If that sounds self-aggrandizing, so be it: when a top flight employer turns you loose to reimagine a section of their operation, it’s because they have learned that you can do the job. I always tried to do things gently, understanding that I deal in change; NTs don’t deal well with change. (wink)
Along the way, I met scores of people who, I assume consciously, tried in the most obvious way to harness people’s natural inclination to eject the outsider. Oh yes, you can panzy and dance around with these guys for months, trying to convince them of your scheme or win political points to silence them.
Or, I learned, you can show them for the close minded laggards they often are. The difference? You waste your life away trying to win friends and influence people who have already made up their minds against you. Just as the energetic woman in the video points out.
Frankly, I expected some empathy for my plight. I am built for the mission; I literally cannot help seeing the flaws in established systems, and excel in redesign-or-replace. As far as I can tell, I’m not the only autistic person whose limitations also operate as augmentations. When writing that post, I assumed that others hereabouts had experienced the same frustrations.
So, I was thrown into a hard fall when I was openly accused of falsehood, saying my words obviously meant the exact opposite of their LITERAL meaning. And that, from a most unexpected and respected quarter. I’m here, instead of sleeping.
THEN IT OCCURS… that my reader might think I encourage others to adopt my approach, that people will think I’m proud of my attitude. I do not; I am not. Logical extreme: I most sincerely hope I never have to physically harm another; at 70, I have been successful so far. But, if someone attacks me with intent to harm, I will use my 9mm.
Apparently, my ugly self-portrait was taken as pride. Waaay off base. Like the Wild West farmer trying to produce a simple crop, it breaks my heart that I had to shoot a few who decided my legal land deed didn’t matter because I’m weird. It breaks my heart because of who I became, and I am bitter at being forced to defend myself.
As I said earlier, it was intended as the justification of self defense; I didn’t say I liked it. I merely shared the pain of having to live with it.
I didn’t learn until after I retired that I am autistic and that this explains so much about my life. I would have handled things differently. As it was, I strove to deal logically with the facts on the ground. I have regrets, but nothing to apologize for.
And yes, I am proud of what I accomplished in spite of the blizzard.