During a phone conversation with a close family member this morning, I was asked about how my life is different now that my personality has been diagnosed. I was deeply hurt that I was asked this question. But, at the same time, I felt blessed. Out of everyone I have shared this diagnosis with, there has only been one person who has given me inappropriate reactions. From what I know about people who have come out as autistic, the more common response is for the majority of people to act like it's no big deal when they originally are told this information & then they proceed to treat you differently &/or shut you out of their life completely. "How Is Your Life Different Now That Your Personality Has Been Diagnosed?": My response was that my personality was not diagnosed because autism isn't my personality. It isn't anyone's personality because autism isn't a personality. I was then asked, "Well, if it's not your personality, then what is it?" "It's a disorder or a disability," I responded. I know many autistic individuals are going to disagree with my choice of words here. Depending on his or her own experiences, many people in the autism community believe that this is not true. Some people dislike that ASD stands for autism spectrum disorder because they don't think it's a disorder. Disorders imply that something is wrong, something needs to be corrected, &/or a cure is needed. Many autistic individuals don't believe that anything is wrong or that anything needs to be corrected, so there's nothing that needs to be fixed. I talk about this more in my blog post entitled I Desperately Want A Cure For Autism, But Most Autistics Disagree: This Is Why. I think autism is a disability because it has hindered my ability to get to where I want to be in life. What I Think My Life Would've Been Like If I Wasn't Autistic:
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My mom & I went to see Barbie this afternoon. I thought I would never, ever see this movie. My impression of this movie before knowing anything about it was that it was just a silly doll movie. Plus, I absolutely downright HATED Barbie growing up. My mom came home a couple days ago & told me she wanted to see this movie with me because she kept hearing people saying that it is a great movie for mothers & daughters to see together, it has great messages, & it has made them both laugh AND cry. I rolled my eyes, but agreed to go with her. Barbie & Me: At all of my birthday parties as a child, I would inevitably receive at least one Barbie doll. I mean, it was such a popular gift for a girl growing up in the 90's, but receiving one as a gift completely stressed both my mom & me out. I can still hear my mom right now: "When you open a Barbie at your birthday party tomorrow, remember to say thank you." Scripting was a common occurrence in my childhood. I didn’t know how to properly react to certain situations, so my mom had to prep me ahead of time. There was no gift I hated to receive more than Barbie. Now, picture an autistic girl trying to hide her disappointment in a gift that she knew she would inevitably receive, that she truly hated. That was HARD. Really HARD. If it wasn't for my younger brother who liked to play with my Barbies' hair & very inappropriately take her clothing off, my Barbies would never have even come out of their boxes to this day. 😂 😂 Why I Hated Barbie: I simply didn't know how to play with her or what to do with her. As I discussed in my blog post about autism gender differences & what autism looks like in females, one of the most common traits in both male & female autism is not knowing how to engage in pretend play. One difference between autistic boys & girls is that little girls are taught at very young ages to be little caretakers. They look at their moms, their friends' moms, & other important women in their lives who spend their lives caring for children. And they mimic their actions by doing the same things with their baby dolls & stuffed animals. I remember enjoying taking my baby dolls or stuffed animals out for stroller rides, feeding them pretend food, giving them baths or changing their diapers, & even pretending to nurse them. 😳 Boys are typically not taught these caretaking skills. So, it is much easier for outside adults to pick up on little autistic boys struggling with pretend play than it is for them to pick up on little autistic girls struggling with the same thing, who were taught these caretaking skills, like I was. This is one reason why more boys receive autism diagnoses than girls do & why boys tend to be diagnosed at younger ages than girls are. Because Barbie dolls aren’t the type of dolls that you play with by mothering, I just didn’t know how to engage in the type of pretend play that was required in order to play with them. In fact, I remember coming home from a friend’s house one day & proudly telling my mom that I successfully played with Barbies that afternoon. The reason why this made me so happy was because of how difficult playing with Barbies was for me. I didn’t enjoy playing with Barbies that day, but I still remember thinking that since I am a girl without a lot of friends, I wanted the friends I did have to like me & to have fun playing with me. I didn’t (& I still don’t) have an open mind about the kinds of activities I engage in, but I made a conscious decision that day to expand my boundaries in an effort to be fun for my friend to play with. Barbie, The Movie 🎥:
I got my hair cut this morning. While I just LOVE the end result of a haircut, I don't like the process of having it done. This Is Why:
Why Many Autistic Individuals HATE Having Their Hair Cut:
My mom & I took one of my dogs to my favorite Block Island beach today. This day was my ideal day. My perfect day. Sitting on the beach on a perfectly sunny, blue-sky day with my mom & my dog. My favorite alcoholic drink was in my hand. I could feel the warmth from the sun on my skin. This is summer. So, we try to get to this beach every year. The only thing that made it less than perfect was the traffic we were stuck in on our way there that made us nervous about missing the ferry. And my dog trying to scare the seagulls away. I mean, I don't like seagulls either (a seagull stole a hot dog right out of my hand many, MANY years ago), but trying to ignore them wasn't a possibility for my little Teddy. Going To The Beach Wasn't Easy When I Was Growing Up:
Walking on sand caused me to get motion sickness to the point where I actually had a lot of anxiety leading up to beach trips. I've always been intensely afraid of feeling dizzy. Still am. And walking on sand caused dizziness. Sometimes, it caused dizziness that was so bad, I couldn't stand up straight or I felt like I might fall over or collapse. The feeling of my feet sinking into the sand was never something I could tolerate. I was a hard surfaces only type of girl. This was a problem for me when I was a young child, but also when I was a teenager. Especially when I was a child, my family tended to go to the beach with other families. Mainly families of my younger brother's friends because sadly, I didn't have friends. Picture trying to keep up with boisterous young boys when you're trying to combat dizziness & everything that comes along with it. Luckily, the feeling subsided fairly quickly once we found our spot to set up on the beach. However, since my mom liked to scope out the BEST spot for us to set up, it sometimes required partially setting up somewhere & then moving to somewhere else, which was SO hard on me. I've always felt like due to my difficulties with motion, dizziness, & other sensory sensitivities, I unintentionally put a damper on my family's fun. Because of this, I'm pretty sure I never vocalized this fear to my parents. It would've caused even more anxiety, fear, & discomfort. I am so glad this is in the past & this is no longer something I need to deal with. I'm the type of person who could never live in the states in the center of this country because they don't have easy ocean access. I love the ocean too much! I went on a date today with a man I believe is autistic. We met on a dating app. He doesn't know that I think he's autistic & I haven't yet told him about my autism either. After matching on the dating app, we spent several weeks messaging back & forth & had a conversation on video chat before meeting in person. Unlike other women my age, I started experimenting with online dating when I was just nineteen years old. I mean,...
Video Chatting With My Date: My video chat with my date was slightly less than two weeks ago. A couple hours before the time we had picked to chat, I was freaking out, confided in my dad about it, & asked him what he thinks I should do. At this point, I was pretty certain this man was autistic. From his occupation to what he spends his free time doing to taking things I say or ask way too literally to admitting that social activities are downright exhausting. It seemed like every new thing I was learning about him was an autistic trait. I can't help but wonder, if I had matched with this man prior to learning that I am autistic myself, would I still have been able to pick up on these things so easily? I have learned SO much about autism over the past year. Anyway, this is the interesting part. I'm trying to word this carefully because I know other autistic people are stumbling their way onto this blog. But, the reason I was freaking out over this video chat was because this is an autistic man. Would he be too autistic for me? Too strange or weird? Yes, I am an autistic woman, but interactions with other autistic individuals actually make me shut down. I've always been this way. Ever since I first learned that I'm autistic, I have been immersing myself into autistic literature & have been reading books, memoirs, & blog posts written by autistic women, mainly women who were diagnosed later in life. Each woman has her own story, but there is one thing that all of these women have in common: they all enjoy spending time with autistic people & most of them have a group of autistic friends. I am the exact opposite of these women. Every autistic trait or quirk I exhibit is something I dislike about myself SO strongly that I don't want my friends or my significant other to exhibit those traits or quirks either. While it gave me comfort to know that getting rejected for my quirks probably wouldn't happen if I dated an autistic guy, this is why it was also so frightening. I really enjoyed messaging back & forth with him for the past week, but now it was time for me to find out: was he too much like me? And if he was, the idea of breaking that to him was really scary. I've been rejected my whole life & I know how much it hurts. So, this is what happened. We video chatted for almost an hour & a half & I still liked him. Not only that, but he reminded me of one of my cousins who is such a nice, sweet guy. If I ended up with someone like my cousin, that would be totally fine with me! Our First Date:
This is the second first date I have been on since learning that I'm autistic. It was to a mini golf & ice cream place, a location that was comfortable for me, since I am still taking COVID precautions & feel uncomfortable being in close contact with someone who I don't know really well. He texted me that he was there when I was just a couple minutes away. When I got there, I saw him sitting on the steps of the ice cream shack. He was wearing a plain tee & corduroy long pants. My first thought was that he must be sweltering because it's in the 90's. Corduroy is something I would only wear in the cooler months. I was wearing a lacy spaghetti strap top & jean shorts, so in my opinion, the two of us looked like we belonged in two very different climates. He got up & shook my hand when he saw me, but I wished he gave me a hug instead. I'm a hugger, not a handshaker. The mini golf portion of the date was great! We chatted as we made our way along the golf course. The woman who we paid for a game of mini golf offered us a score card, which we didn't take because neither of us are competitive. He understood me in ways that no one else did. Mainly things having to do with not having a desire to have social interaction be a part of my life. I guess that's one positive thing about dating another autistic individual. After we finished our game of mini golf, we got some ice cream from the ice cream shack. I got English toffee soft serve. I always get flavored soft serve if I can because so few places offer that. He got an orange soda float. He was gonna stand in the corner, near the window where we picked up our ice cream to eat, but I suggested we get a table & sit down instead. Much more comfortable & way less awkward. Once we sat down, he wouldn't stop talking. Not only that, the conversation was going in a direction that just didn't interest me. He was telling me about courses he took in college & was asking me about mine. I just didn't care to listen or to talk about that & it went on for HOURS. I graduated from college ten years ago & strongly disliked the majority of my experience that I've tried to put it out of my brain. We'll talk more about that on another day though. I felt so far removed from what he was asking me that I just didn't remember the answers to most of his questions. I'm only a year or two older than him, so we were in college at the same time. Other topics of conversation came up in the middle. My dogs for example & the fact that I used to have bunnies before them. But, those topics of conversation were very short-lived & we kept going back to the same unenjoyable conversation topic. After meeting him in person, I was certain he was autistic, but he also reminded me less of my cousin than he did previously. In fact, this date was more than two hours longer than I wanted it to be because I just couldn't figure out a way out or how to get him to stop talking! Do I think he's the right person for me? No, I don't, because if I did, I don't think I would've wanted this date to end so badly. This is one of my experiences dating as an autistic woman. Dating as an autistic individual is very, very difficult &... This Is Why:
Happy Independence Day! Due to the holiday, we're gonna spend some time today talking about the difficulties that fireworks can pose on autistic individuals & their families. For many people, fireworks are magical & fascinating, filling up the night sky with mesmerizing colors & patterns. The perfect way to cap off a fun day full of patriotic festivities, whether spent at a picnic, a barbecue, the beach, or by the pool. However, this isn't the case for everyone. One of the groups of people fireworks can effect negatively are autistic individuals. My Personal Experiences With Fireworks: As a child, I didn't have the sensory sensitivities that autistic children stereotypically have. Because I was generally not bothered by most sounds or lights, fireworks didn't bother me the way that they typically bother many other autistic individuals. However, going to firework displays was still an incredibly traumatic experience for both me & my family. The reason for this was simply the time of day that fireworks happen. Obviously, fireworks happen at night, but due to the dizzy spells I endured from the time I was six years old until I was seventeen years old, I would almost always have one of those dizzy spells whenever we went to see fireworks. Dizzy spells were often triggered by tiredness, so they were much more likely to happen during nighttime activities than during daytime activities. This made nighttime activities, including something as simple as going out for dinner, very stressful for me & my family. I constantly felt like I was ruining my family's fun because of something I could not control. So, I often found myself trying to hide my dizzy spells for as long as I possibly could & being afraid of telling my parents that I could feel a dizzy spell coming on. If you would like to read more about my experiences with dizzy spells, I go into more detail about them in my previous blog posts about the coronavirus pandemic & about vestibular processing. As an adult, my after-dinner routine consists of taking a shower, getting in my pajamas, & then snuggling up with my two dogs for the rest of the night. In fact, most nights, I'm in my pajamas prior to 8:30pm. The idea of going out into a crowd of people, being eaten alive by mosquitos, being away from my dogs, & not being able to wash off the germs of the day until late at night sounds incredibly unappealing, in most situations, except if I was visiting family from out of town or vice versa or if I was at Disney World or someplace where the fireworks display was absolutely spectacular. Fireworks Are Fun!
Some autistic people really enjoy fireworks & being someone who finds fireworks enchanting & magical, I am one of them! What I don't like about fireworks is the fact that due to the time they happen, they are extremely disruptive to my nightly routine. Plus, it's so much hassle to get there & there is so much waiting involved for a display that is usually relatively short. But They Can Be Painfully Loud... And I really mean this. I am not an autistic person with auditory sensitivities, but to some autistic people, this can be incredibly overwhelming. Even though to you, the sound is far away in the night sky, your autistic loved one may be hearing it as if the fireworks are exploding in his or her own ears. ...And Painfully Bright! Yes, fireworks can actually hurt. All of the bright sparkles that make fireworks look so cool & awe-inspiring, as well as the strobe-like effects they create, can cause big problems for autistic people. Once I outgrew my childhood dizzy spells, which were often triggered by certain frequencies of lighting, I no longer had sensitivities to lights. Many autistic people hate bright lighting, making fireworks an overwhelming & difficult experience for them. Just like certain frequencies of lighting triggered my childhood dizzy spells (which likely were a migraine or a seizure variant), these same types of lighting can trigger seizures in autistic people, something many autistic people struggle with. While I've never heard of someone having a seizure due to an overload of fireworks, merely knowing the effect that certain types of lighting has on certain people can be very overwhelming & cause a lot of anxiety for them. The Crowds & The Music Are Loud, Too! Firework displays always include people & almost always include music. Loud voices & loud music can be just as hard on autistic ears as fireworks are. Also, because of our difficulties being able to read people's tones of voice, it can be hard for some autistic people to tell the difference between voices raised due to excitement from voices raised due to anger. This gives us a whole other level of anxiety that neurotypical people do not experience. Weather Sensitivities: Another consideration to take into account is the weather. Some autistic people cannot tolerate humidity. Others have sensitivities to water, so they would have issues if it's raining. Personally, I have an issue with raindrops touching my face, so I'm always shielding my face from rain! How You Can Help:
I thought it would be good to start July off by looking back on everything that was covered during the month of June. June Highlights:
On a completely different note, if you are new here, WELCOME! I am so glad to have you here! 💕 June's Blog Topics:
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