What Is Autistic Masking, Anyway? Autistic masking, otherwise known as camouflaging, is sometimes used by autistic people to disguise or minimize specific autistic traits or behaviors in social situations. Why Do Some Autistic People Mask? Some reasons autistic people might mask include, but are not limited to:
Who Masks? While any autistic person may mask, it is more likely for autistic people to mask if they:
What Are Some Examples Of Masking?
What Are The Consequences Of Masking?
Masking & Me:
Ways I Masked Growing Up:
Ways I Mask As An Adult:
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September 2nd, as well as the several days following it have been hard days for me ever since I can remember. The reason why? My birthday is over. It feels weird & inappropriate typing that out because what thirty-something-year-old still loves her birthday as much as she loved it when she was a child? 🙋🏻♀️ That would be me. This Is The Main Reason Why: My life is so isolating. Most of the time, I feel like I'm a fly on the wall. The whole world is going by & I'm just sitting there watching from a distance. I blame autism for my isolation. I have vivid memories of my maternal grandfather, my Gung-Gung, saying to me when I was a preteen & a teenager, "You're so pretty. If you would just talk more, you would have so many friends," & then giving me a squeeze. I don't remember what my response to him was, but I knew that while I completely agreed with him, doing that wasn't possible. I couldn't talk more. In fact, whenever I did talk, it caused panic & anxiety because I felt like I couldn't say the right things & I had a tendency to stumble over my words. Also, if I was ever wrong about something, I felt like my whole world came crashing down & I wanted to hide under a rock & never come out. This is probably also why my dad has told me multiple times that I'm always right. I only speak when I'm 1,000% certain that I'm right. This is why I never, ever, ever, ever raised my hand in class when I was in school. And those are also the reasons why I had such a hard time making friends as a child. When I had friends over when I was growing up, I got a sense of relief when they went home because I could finally relax & I would no longer have to be so tense over keeping a conversation going. Now I know that the reason for these struggles was that I was unknowingly autistic. Throughout my entire life, I have always either had just one friend or no friends at all. Sometimes, there was a group of friends that I was a part of, but whenever that was the case, I was always on the outside, never really fitting in & only truly being friends with one girl in the group. If they were gonna leave someone out, it would always be me. My ability to make friends hasn't changed since. My birthday is the one day out of the whole entire year where everything is about me. It's the one day a year where I feel like people remember that I exist. I hear from people I haven't heard from in 365 days, since my last birthday. Once my birthday is over, once September 2nd arrives, all of that stops & I go back to being a fly on the wall & feeling like no one remembers I exist. I wish I could feel like people loved & cared about me on days other than September 1st. My birthday celebration with my family is tomorrow, so luckily, the celebrating isn't over just yet. The Birthday Blues:
Believe it or not, the birthday blues or birthday depression is a pretty common experience. It is not a diagnosable mental health condition, but many people experience sadness in the days leading up to their birthdays. People experience it for many reasons, including but not limited to fears about aging & dying, not having people to celebrate with, having expectations that are not met, having experienced a traumatic birthday in the past, & not being in the place in life where they think they should be. For me, I don't experience these feelings in the days leading up to my birthday, which is the definition of the birthday blues. It is the days following my birthday that are the issue. Besides the issue that I described above, every year, there is at least one person who forgets my birthday who should have remembered. I also have experienced sadness the past several years around the issue of not being in the place in life I think I should be. I now know that this due to unknowingly being autistic, so now that I know this about myself, I can take the steps that are necessary to move forward in my life. Autistic Birthday Experiences: Autistic people experience birthdays a lot differently than allistic, or non-autistic people do, so before ending this blog post, let's talk about how I experience my birthdays now & how I experienced them as a child. Being The Center Of Attention: I've never liked this. This is why I was always glad that my birthday was at the very beginning of the school year, before they started announcing birthdays over the intercom. I need to get to a certain level of comfort with someone before I'm comfortable being wished a happy birthday by that person, so I'm not someone who likes everyone knowing when my birthday is. This is also why I stopped having birthday parties at such a young age & wanted to have weekends away with my family instead. I never liked the amount of attention I got at birthday parties, especially because I was never confident that my reaction or facial expression were gonna be appropriate in every situation (& to be honest, they probably weren't). Singing Happy Birthday: I never knew what my face should be doing at this part of a birthday party. Does my face look okay? Is now an okay time to smile, should I have a straight face, or a totally different expression I haven't thought of? And who should I make eye contact with? I never knew & everyone was looking at me, the birthday girl, so now wasn't the time to screw this up! Opening Gifts: I never liked surprises because I never knew if I was reacting to them appropriately. In fact, I remember saying to my mom once, "Don't you ever throw me a surprise party!" And she never has. When I said that to her, I didn't think she ever would, but I just wanted to make sure. With gifts, if I knew what it was ahead of time, I could try to prepare myself. I've always had this fear of not being able to hide when I didn't like the gift I just opened, but I also had a fear of looking like I didn't like something when I really loved it. I've often had a hard time matching my facial expressions to the way I really feel. 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 🎥:
Today is April 23rd, my younger brother's birthday! Thinking back, to when I was a little girl, there were two memories that could've been my first childhood memory. The only reason I don't know which one was my first memory is because they both happened the same year, at around the same time of year. One of those memories was visiting my mom & my baby brother in the hospital right after he was born & the other was visiting the house I grew up in before it was ready to be lived in. What does my brother's birthday have to do with autism?
Growing up, April 23rd was the day I disliked most & I feel really terrible admitting that, or typing that out. Now, I'm trying to come across in the best way possible because I love my brother & his birthday is definitely a day to celebrate. When we were kids, our grandparents would always come visit from New York & Pennsylvania for our birthdays too & that was always a really special treat. I would give anything for a visit from my grandparents, something I didn't get nearly enough of. The reason why I disliked April 23rd so much was because of one simple reason: having to say the words, "Happy Birthday!" to my brother when I got up in the morning. I had so much anxiety over that that it caused me to dislike that day so much. In fact, I even remember there being birthdays in the past where I didn't wish him a happy birthday at all & then I got in A LOT of trouble for it. I'll tell you this: I wanted more than anything to wish my brother a happy birthday, but I just couldn't. Like, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the words to come out. At all. It was horrible because it made me feel & look like a terrible older sister & person, but having to initiate conversation first in the morning, even something as simple as wishing him a happy birthday, was an incredibly uncomfortable thing for me to do. When it was my parents' birthdays, I had no trouble wishing them a happy birthday, but when it came to my brother, it was SO dang hard & I didn't know why. Until now. There were multiple reasons why this was, but I think the main reason was the fact that he was close to me in age. It had always been very difficult for me to relate to & to converse with people who were my age. The other reason was the fact that he was just so different from me. He was so loud & rambunctious as a child that it was extremely intimidating, so the idea of needing to be the one to initiate conversation was absolutely terrifying. Even as we grew up & he became less that way, what I remembered was what he was like as a little boy, so I wasn't able to change the way I felt or reacted when April 23rd came around. Once he went off to college & then after college, when he entered the workforce, April 23rd was a much easier day for me because I didn't see him first thing in the morning, so could either text him or say, "Happy Birthday!" at the same time my parents did. Saying "Happy Birthday!" at the same time as other people wasn't an issue. It was saying it individually that was a problem for me. Now when I think back, it makes me so sad, the number of things I got in trouble for when I was a little girl & even when I was older, because we didn't know I was autistic at the time. This is just an example of one of those things. |
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