Dryope
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I'm not officially diagnosed, but two psychologists this year have suggested I may be autistic (the psychologists I've seen in the past have fired me for being "emotionally unavailable"). I've taken all the free autism online tests and scored high, which is suggestive but means little. I've read through my old diaries recently and I have definitely experienced difficulty understanding social situations all my life. But I've also had severe intolerances to gluten and casein that I only just now got resolved, which seem to mess me up, too -- causing anxiety and depression. I feel like I'm waking up for the first time in a long time.
The odd thing is that I can "do" social stuff: I can "perform" ostentatiously at parties, telling jokes and being "on" and witty (a special interest of mine, like stand-up comedy). I can go on and on about my hobbies to anyone who will listen. I can make eye contact and I can have deep heart-to-heart conversations on the phone. I can have meetings with important people and be polished.
But I also can't. I can't function at parties if the situation isn't right -- I am shy and don't know what to say at all, and end up being the weird girl with the foot in her mouth. I can't make eye contact -- it burns; I can think but can't speak -- it's like walking against a strong current to get the words out. I am terrified of anyone I know (for reasons I'm not consciously aware of) and won't read their letters or talk to them on the phone. I lose my ability to speak and begin convulsively stimming at social situations with people I know well in public places. Socializing too much makes colors look brighter, sounds louder, my limbs clumsy, and my vision swims, for hours and hours afterwards. The sound or sight of my name scares me.
I'm confused how I can handle social stuff really well at times and be blindsided by my social burn-out from stress/anxiety at others. It's like I'm possessed by two spirits, one of whom is great and the other is kind of an idiot. I never know what I'm going to get -- my mind is just ticking along and doing its thing and then I have to work with whatever energy I've got at the time, which leads to drastic differences in performance. The cognitive side of this is the same: I am smart and focused or all ADD and with a lowered IQ -- and that seems to be connected to some of the social stuff.
But what is going on? I know I missed social cues in my childhood, and I know I acted "aspergery" as a child (my cousins called me "Wednesday Adams" and my first boyfriend's name for me was "Spock", just to give an impression of what I was like). My diaries show me puzzling out social stuff in my 20s to learn it the same way I would a foreign language. I just threw out a trash bag's worth of instructions to myself on social training programs for myself I developed.
But now, as an adult (I'm in my late 30s), I get whiplash between the social skills I've honed and my ability to perform them -- which is yanked away at sudden moments, probably because I have a hard time reading my own emotions (I'm learning this skill now).
Anyway, any thoughts on this? Does this sound familiar? Or am I totally off-base in thinking autism? Because sometimes, I seem so normal.
(And...I want to get diagnosed...but I also hate the thought of prostrating myself in front of a psychologist. I know -- "autism" is a psychologist-created label -- but I just resent their authority over me. I know that's irrational, though, so I'm trying to talk myself out of that view.)
The odd thing is that I can "do" social stuff: I can "perform" ostentatiously at parties, telling jokes and being "on" and witty (a special interest of mine, like stand-up comedy). I can go on and on about my hobbies to anyone who will listen. I can make eye contact and I can have deep heart-to-heart conversations on the phone. I can have meetings with important people and be polished.
But I also can't. I can't function at parties if the situation isn't right -- I am shy and don't know what to say at all, and end up being the weird girl with the foot in her mouth. I can't make eye contact -- it burns; I can think but can't speak -- it's like walking against a strong current to get the words out. I am terrified of anyone I know (for reasons I'm not consciously aware of) and won't read their letters or talk to them on the phone. I lose my ability to speak and begin convulsively stimming at social situations with people I know well in public places. Socializing too much makes colors look brighter, sounds louder, my limbs clumsy, and my vision swims, for hours and hours afterwards. The sound or sight of my name scares me.
I'm confused how I can handle social stuff really well at times and be blindsided by my social burn-out from stress/anxiety at others. It's like I'm possessed by two spirits, one of whom is great and the other is kind of an idiot. I never know what I'm going to get -- my mind is just ticking along and doing its thing and then I have to work with whatever energy I've got at the time, which leads to drastic differences in performance. The cognitive side of this is the same: I am smart and focused or all ADD and with a lowered IQ -- and that seems to be connected to some of the social stuff.
But what is going on? I know I missed social cues in my childhood, and I know I acted "aspergery" as a child (my cousins called me "Wednesday Adams" and my first boyfriend's name for me was "Spock", just to give an impression of what I was like). My diaries show me puzzling out social stuff in my 20s to learn it the same way I would a foreign language. I just threw out a trash bag's worth of instructions to myself on social training programs for myself I developed.
But now, as an adult (I'm in my late 30s), I get whiplash between the social skills I've honed and my ability to perform them -- which is yanked away at sudden moments, probably because I have a hard time reading my own emotions (I'm learning this skill now).
Anyway, any thoughts on this? Does this sound familiar? Or am I totally off-base in thinking autism? Because sometimes, I seem so normal.
(And...I want to get diagnosed...but I also hate the thought of prostrating myself in front of a psychologist. I know -- "autism" is a psychologist-created label -- but I just resent their authority over me. I know that's irrational, though, so I'm trying to talk myself out of that view.)