Internalized ableism is something that most, if not all, disabled, chronically ill, & neurodivergent people have experienced. But, first of all... What IS Ableism? Ableism is the discrimination of & the social prejudice against people with disabilities based on the belief that "typical abilities" are superior. Examples Of Ableist Comments About Autism & Autistic People:
Sadly, several of the above comments are said to me on a consistent basis. A few of them many, many years before I even knew I was autistic. And I have no choice but to take it. Hearing those things hurts. It really, really hurts. Examples Of Ableist Quotes By Temple Grandin, The "Face" Of Autism:
Now that we know what ableism is...
What IS Internalized Ableism? Internalized ableism is when people with disabilities absorb & believe the negative stereotypes & prejudices society holds about them. Examples Of Internalized Ableism For Autistic People:
ALL except for three of the above statements are true for me, in my experience of growing up autistic, & BEING AUTISTIC. This is one reason why it is so important to be kind & to not use ableist language. Your words really, truly matter. A LOT.
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Temple Grandin, that is. When many autistic people disclose that they are autistic, a common question they receive is, "Have you heard of Temple Grandin?" If you don't know who Temple Grandin is, she is an American animal science professor, public speaker, & author who is widely thought of as the "face" of autism. So, when many people think of autism or autistic people, they think of her. This is why many autistic people are asked if they have heard of her when they first disclose that they are autistic. When I was asked this question, I had not heard of her, probably because this was towards the beginning of my autistic journey of self-discovery. All of the literature I was choosing to read were written by women in their thirties & forties. Women who were much closer in age to me & therefore, their life experiences were very relatable to mine. Temple is in her seventies, so I know her life experiences are drastically different from mine growing up. However, as time went on, I have learned more & more about her & now I can tell you that there is so much about her that just doesn't sit right with me. Many other autistic people look up to her & call her a "hero" or an "inspiration," & this may surprise you, but Temple Grandin most certainly isn't a hero of mine. Before I tell you why that is, I would like to tell you about the positive things Temple Grandin has done for the autistic community.
Why Temple Grandin Isn't My Hero:
While, yes, Temple Grandin, one of the first openly autistic people, has done many great things for the autistic community, she will most certainly NOT be my hero until she changes her ableist views about autistic people. Throughout this blog, I have briefly mentioned how harmful ABA therapy is to autistic people, but I haven't gone into a whole lot of detail regarding what ABA therapy actually is & WHY it's such a problem. So, I'd like to take a moment right now to talk about that. Now, I'm gonna be upfront with you by telling you that I'm absolutely no ABA expert & I've had to do a lot of research in order to have enough content to write about in this blog post. What IS ABA Therapy? ABA stands for "applied behavior analysis" & simply put, it is a behavioral therapy specifically designed for autistic children. The History Of ABA Therapy: The Lovaas Method, later known as Applied Behavior Analysis, was developed by a man named Dr. Ole’ Ivar Lovaas in the 1960s. The premise was to use behaviorism to "treat" autistic individuals. ABA therapy focuses purely on behaviors with a goal to make the autistic child "indistinguishable from peers." When Dr. Ole’ Ivar Lovaas was practicing ABA therapy, he used rewards for desirable behaviors, as well as abusive punishments (including electric shock) for undesirable behaviors. The Problems With ABA Therapy:
There is SO MUCH controversy regarding ABA therapy in the autism community. While the majority of autistic individuals passionately dislike every aspect of this type of therapy & speak out against it; their parents, their teachers, & their medical professionals often disagree; calling it a miracle that "cured" their child of her or his autism or made significant improvements to their child's autism. Well, that simply isn't the case at all. And this is why.
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:
One of the last things I learned about when I became aware that I am, in fact, autistic, are the problems autistic people have with self-care. Now, I can tell you that in some ways, being as germaphobic as I am is a real blessing because that is why many of these self-care tasks actually get completed. If I wasn't so finicky about cleanliness, being a hygienic person would be much more of a problem for me. All my adult life, I have had to complete self-care tasks in a certain way in order for them to get done at all, or in order for them to get done in a timely manner, depending on what the task is. I know that if you are an allistic, or a non-autistic person, you are probably wondering what exactly makes self-care so difficult. This is why.
Let's take a moment now to talk about various self-care tasks.
Showering 🚿 Steps Involved:
That is over SIXTY steps (because some of these steps are actually two or three steps) that need to be completed in order to take a shower every night. Doing that EVERY single NIGHT is EXHAUSTING. I take a shower immediately after dinner every single night in order to ensure that my shower is completed in a timely fashion. If I didn't do that autistic inertia would get in my way. I don't use a hair dryer, so I like to shower several hours before going to bed. I don't use a hair dryer because:
The other night, my mom came knocking on the door after I had already taken my clothes off because she had taken her glasses off & couldn't remember where she put them. And she couldn't see to find them. She wanted ME to find them for her of course. I told her I couldn't because I had already taken my clothes off in preparation for my shower. Putting my clothes back on after I had taken them off just wasn't possible due to my executive functioning difficulties & autistic inertia. Asking a neurotypical person to do this might annoy her or him, but for an autistic person like myself, putting my clothes back on after I had taken them off would make it so my shower take many more hours to get completed. And following the routine of getting my shower done by a certain time is EXTREMELY important to me. If I wasn't so germaphobic, my shower might not get done at all with such an interruption, but I have certain rules that I follow. They are:
If my dad hadn't been home & able to find my mom's glasses for her, I know this would've turned into an ugly fight. The entire mindset of not being able to put clothes back on after taking them off is a foreign concept for neurotypical people & is one of the many things that make living in a neurotypical world so stressful & so frustrating. Especially when those people just tell me I'm strange & they don't take the time to understand the way I live or WHY I do the things I do. By the way, my mom's glasses ended up being in her bathrobe pocket, a location I would've NEVER looked in, even if I HAD tried to find them. Childhood Difficulties: Growing up, my dad continued to wash my hair in the kitchen sink until a very old age because I just couldn't tolerate doing it on my own. My mom told the neuropsychiatrist who evaluated me for autism that washing my hair when I was a child was incredibly difficult because I would scream if even one droplet of water made it into my eye. Eventually, my parents forced me to wash my own hair in the shower & that was so, so, SO HARD. And it caused so many fights & so many meltdowns. Putting my head under the shower water felt no different than as if someone was pouring rubbing alcohol over my head. And then it seeped under my eyelashes & into my eyes despite the fact my eyes were squeezed shut. No joke. As time went on, I came up with the coping mechanism of using a face cloth to shield my face from the water & that is something I still use to this day. This is why I decided to call my blog Splashed With Water. I talk more about it in my first blog post, if you would like to go back & read it. Rather than boring you, by giving you the step-by-step breakdown of the rest of the self-care tasks, I'll just talk briefly about the following: Dressing 👚 I have to get dressed the second I wake up because with autistic inertia, it will get to be two o'clock in the afternoon & I'll STILL be in my pajamas. Brushing Teeth 🪥 Until I was in middle school or high school, I used a children's strawberry-flavored toothpaste. My mom forced me to change to a normal "adult" toothpaste at some point around the teenage years. Because it's what normal people use. Until I got more used to it, the minty flavor made it feel like my mouth was literally on fire. 🔥 And I just had to live with it. When I was talking about this during my autism evaluation, my evaluating neuropsychiatrist asked me why I couldn't use a non-mint flavored toothpaste. My response? My mom told me I had to use mint because that's what EVERYONE uses, that's what "normal" people use. I always felt like I was abnormal & needed to force myself to be "normal" in order to be accepted. And my efforts didn't work because I STILL wasn't accepted. I still can't use mouthwash, even though my dentist recommends it because the mint is too strong & it burns my mouth. Mint is a flavor that autistic people tend to be way oversensitive to. Now it all makes sense to me, but my mom still makes fun of me because I adamantly dislike mint-flavored anything, including ice cream & chocolate. How could someone dislike certain flavors of ice cream & chocolate? 🤷🏻♀️ Using The Toilet 🚽 Due to autistic inertia & executive functioning difficulties, I have great difficulty getting up to use the toilet if I'm not already in the standing position, so if I happen to be in the standing position, I literally act like it's a bathroom emergency when it isn't because I know that if I didn't do that, I'm not going to use the bathroom until I take a shower that night, many hours later. I know how ridiculous that sounds, but it's absolutely true. When I was a child, I wouldn't flush the toilet after using it because I was completely terrified of the sound it made. I also wouldn't use the bathroom if my mom happened to be doing laundry at that time. The spontaneous & LOUD sound that the washer & dryer made would scare the living daylights out of me! A good night's rest is imperative for a person's health & wellbeing & I'm sure you know what I mean when I say that you just feel better when you're well-rested. However, this is MUCH easier said than done, especially when you're autistic. Being autistic is downright exhausting, so autistic people generally need more sleep than their neurotypical counterparts do. But, at the same time, sleep problems are very common in autistic individuals. This cycle is endless & a perfect example of that is the fact that it is after 1:30 in the morning as I am typing this. Bedtime procrastination is something that is very common with us autistics & it is something that I struggle with SO much. But, that is something I'll get to on another day. So, let's take this time to talk about autism sleep statistics:
I am typically reminded several times a week that I am autistic. What I mean by that is things are constantly happening in my life that I know wouldn't happen if I was allistic, or if I wasn't autistic. When these things happen to me, I tend to say in my head, "[This particular thing] happened because I'm autistic." & then I feel all sad & mopey on the inside. I really wish it wasn't this way because it's part of what makes being autistic feel so disabling. But, I blog about my life. And this is the type of thing I deal with every day. This my real life that I'm sharing with you, so here we go. This is the story of how purchasing a new winter coat reminded me that I am in fact, autistic. All winter long, the threads in my winter coat have been repeatedly breaking, leaving large gaping holes behind. Rather than continuously repairing the damage, I decided that it was time for a new coat. This coat is very old, anyway. The best time to purchase a winter coat is at the end of the season, when everything is on clearance, so now is the PERFECT time for a new one. The task of purchasing a new coat that I will wear almost daily for almost half the year is overwhelming to say the least, especially for an autistic person such as myself. These are the three main reasons why:
The Return Process:
This is where it gets really complicated. I purchased these two coats from Walmart's online marketplace. So, it wasn't actually Walmart who I bought the coats from, but I could return it there. I kept the deep purple coat in my car for about a week & a half, so that I wouldn't have to remember about it on the day I actually needed it. Walmart is a close drive for me, but one of my dog walking clients lives less than two miles from Walmart, so I wanted to return this coat on a day that I didn't have to go anywhere after walking this particular client's dog. It took twelve days before I had time to go to Walmart after walking this client's dog. My entire life is based around doing things in the most efficient manner, so that whatever I do outside of my home takes up the least amount of time possible. Because of my depleted energy levels, as well as my executive function difficulties, doing all my errands on a single day when I'm already in the area for another reason (such as visiting a client's dog or cat) is what works best for me. Anyway, after parking my car, I took the deep purple coat (still in the bag it was shipped in), into Walmart & found the customer service desk. The older woman who helped me was incredibly grouchy. Right away, she complained about the size of the coat (what winter coat isn't large?!) & to be completely honest, I was pretty intimidated & frightened by her. I showed her the barcode on my phone that was connected to the coat I wanted to return & she scanned it. But, I was really confused because she kept making comments about how the coat I was returning wasn't red. I never purchased or received any red coats, so I had no idea what she was talking about. I was scared of her though, so I just let her do her thing & I didn't speak up. She printed out a receipt with the coat's tracking number on it & the amount that I would be refunded. I looked the receipt over as I was walking away because I never trust that people are doing their jobs correctly. I was glad that I checked because the refund she issued me was for the incorrect amount. The coat I was returning was $5 more than the coat I was keeping. And the refund I received was for the coat that was at home! I went back to the customer service counter to ask her about it & she told me that the coat I gave her wasn't red. It was then that I realized why she had been talking about a red coat. 💡 The packing slip inside the shipping bag said that I purchased a red coat & a purple coat. Red wasn't even a color option for the coat I had purchased. I was SO confused by this! ⁉️ I had never even looked at the packing slip because I received exactly what I ordered. The woman returned the purple coat (which was at home) because the coat I gave her wasn't red. When I showed her the picture of the coat on my phone with the price I paid for it, she yelled at me & told me I should've shown her that from the very beginning. I thought I did though because I showed her the barcode, which she scanned & I would think that the barcode would tell the customer service person which coat I was returning & how much to refund. ⁉️⁉️ The only reason I didn't question the customer service woman originally was because I was intimidated & scared. I have lived my entire life having to endure pervasive mistreatment from everyone around me & I am quite certain that it has caused post-traumatic stress disorder, something that more than 40% of autistic individuals struggle with. The reason I didn't speak up was because I was simply autistic & afraid. In the end, a much kinder & younger woman (who was also working behind the customer service desk) called the seller I had purchased the coats from to get the remaining $5 refunded. Going to the store to return something is such a simple task, but being autistic turned it into such a big headache. And it was all because the person helping me wasn't kind. This is something that could've been avoided completely if the person helping me had exhibited kindness & had not been so intimidating. This is the type of thing that I deal with on a daily basis because I am living with autism. For those of you who are also autistic, I hope this story helps you feel less alone. And for those of you who are allistic, I hope this story helps illustrate how difficult it is to be an autistic woman living in a neurotypical world. 💙 Since Valentine's Day was earlier this week, I wanted to write about love, experiencing it, expressing it, & how it looks differently for autistic people than it looks for allistic, or non-autistic people. But, before we begin... What IS Love? Love is a complex mix of emotions that is everyone in the world experiences, whether they are neurodivergent or neurotypical, autistic or allistic, disabled or non-disabled, etc. It is associated with certain behaviors & strong feelings of affection, protectiveness, warmth, & respect for other people (e.g. family, friends, romantic partners, etc.), animals, principles, interests, hobbies, &/or religious beliefs. How Autistic People Experience Love: Widespread stereotypes suggest that autistic people are incapable of feeling love, romantic or otherwise. However, the reality is that autistic people experience love quite intensely (often much more intensely than allistic people). Interestingly, brain scans of autistic people show that when we express feeling love & affection for someone, different areas of the brain are activated than for allistic people. The empathy circuitry of the brain is also working differently. We, autistic people, are typically extremely attached to our close relationships, often more so than allistic people are. This is because we usually have significantly less people that we are close to than allistic people do. Like allistic people, we have a deep desire for those types of relationships, making the close relationships we do have so much more important to us. With this being said, it is important to remember that autism is a spectrum. So, autistic people experience & express love in unique ways that can vary quite drastically from each other. Our experiences & expressions of love are greatly influenced by our individual strengths, challenges, & sensory sensitivities. How Autistic People Express Love: While autistic people feel love & empathy very intensely, often much more intensely than you do, it may be very difficult or impossible for us to express our love & empathy for you in ways that make you feel loved & cared about. Some ways that we express our love include:
Many autistic people experience what is called "limerence." This is when the person we are romantically interested in becomes a special interest. We fixate on every aspect of their being, want to learn about all of their favorite things, or start to picture the rest of our lives with them after just a few (maybe even one) interaction(s). This can sometimes lead to a devastating end when the effort isn't reciprocated or worse, we can't see that it isn't being reciprocated. Tips For Loving An Autistic Person:
Benefits Of Loving An Autistic Person:
A Few Other Things To Remember:
Since Thanksgiving was just last week, I thought I'd spend this blog post telling you about what I'm thankful for. And no, autism didn't make the list. As I have said many times in this blog before, while many autistic people see autism as a superpower, something unique & wonderful about themselves, I see it as a hardship & a burden. Something that has very much gotten in the way of me achieving the white picket fence lifestyle I have dreamt of ever since I was a little girl. I had an interesting conversation with my mom last night, so before we move onto what this blog post is really about, I'd like to talk for a moment about Autism Acceptance. My mom made a comment about how I have accepted my autism, but I was quick to correct her. "I haven't accepted my autism. That's one of the things that I hate the most about myself & I wish it would just go away!" I said to her. "But you write all about it in your blog. You're very open about it there," my mom said. "I haven't accepted it though & I probably never will. I can write about it without accepting it. I'm open about it because I want people to have a better understanding of me. I hate my autism!" I exclaimed. "Okay, acknowledge then. You acknowledge that you have autism," my mom said, correcting the verbiage that she had been using. Yes, I acknowledge that I'm autistic. And I'm open about it, too. I'm trying to use my diagnosis to help others have a better understanding of me & to be more accepting of people who are a little bit different from them. But, accepting my autism? I'm far, far, FAR away from that. And to be completely honest with you, I can't see myself ever accepting it. I mean, autism has made my life so much more difficult than it would've been if I was neurotypical. Autism is something I want to stomp on, throw into a fire, & never see again. You get the picture. Feeling that way about my autism isn't acceptance. I wish I could get to the place of autism acceptance, but I haven't gotten there. And I don't think I ever will. What I'm Thankful For:
However, there are certain life experiences, things I have learned, & perspectives that I have that I only have because I am autistic. And that is what I'm thankful for. While I am definitely NOT thankful for autism itself, I do have a lot to be thankful for this Thanksgiving, that is related to autism in one way or another. Those things include, but are not limited to...
I had a very interesting conversation with my dad about why I've never been successful in the workplace that I'd like to tell you about. I had been sitting at the coffee table, filling out paperwork about my disabilities all afternoon & the last question stumped me: Use this space to write any additional information about why you cannot work. I had put SO much information on all of the other pages of that form explaining why I cannot work that I simply felt like I didn't have anything else to add unless I repeated myself. So, I asked my dad, "Why do you think I cannot work? I want to see if you have any other ideas that I haven't thought of already." My dad has a better understanding of me than most people do because we're so similar to each other. He took a moment to think & then said, "My impression of it is that it's because you can't handle criticism. And because of that, you work ineffectively, which then causes you to get fired." I had never thought of it that way before, but what my dad said was absolutely true. I can't handle criticism. Before we go any further though, I'd like to clarify something. It isn't that I CAN'T work because truthfully, depending on the specifics of the particular job, I CAN work. What I can't do is work for someone else, in the traditional sense. If it's a job where someone is supervising me, that's the problem. Interactions with supervisors are the biggest issue for me in the workplace. While I had never thought of it like how my dad summed it up before, supervisors criticize, whether they're doing it now or they're going to do it in the future. That's what makes me shutdown around them. Interacting with someone who is either actively criticizing me or will criticize me at some point in time causes my brain to completely shutdown. This makes it impossible for me to function, as terrible as that sounds. Total comfort & feeling like I'm not going to be criticized or judged is key in order for me to not shut down. Shutting down at work just doesn't work, supervisors don't know how to interact with me in a way that doesn't cause me to shutdown, & that's why I can't work. This blog post is about what you need to know before criticizing an autistic person, although chances are, if you're reading this, you have already done it at some point in your life. I'm gonna throw in some info about how it feels to be criticized as an autistic woman, too. Why We're So Sensitive To Criticism: Bad Experiences With Criticism: Bullying & being left out are forms of criticism. Every autistic person you talk to will have something to tell you about experiences with those two things. The teasing, the mocking, the name-calling, the fact that no one wanted to be our friend, & MORE. Both bullying & leaving us out does real harm that affects us, autistic adults, many years later. It still affects me today more than I would like to admit. The bullying I endured when I was seven all the way through my early twenties did real harm & it still haunts me to this day. As a fresh college graduate & as an adult, I was constantly criticized by my parents, as well as by other caring family members. I personally believe that Asian & Jewish families expect more from their children than all other ethnicities do. Think about the number of Asian & Jewish doctors & scientists that are out there! Because I have a Chinese mother & a Jewish father, my parents unknowingly set unrealistic expectations for me from a very young age. Once my college graduation was upon me, I quickly discovered that I couldn't live up to those expectations, but I didn't understand why. Being constantly asked if I was happy with my life (I wasn't & I'm still not) & if I worry about what will happen to me when my parents die (I did & I still do) hurt immensely. Not only that, I had no explanation & no understanding of why I couldn't get to the place I needed to be in order to meet their expectations. Living almost thirty-two years of my life feeling like I was a disappointment to my family was extraordinarily difficult. It was even more difficult that I wasn't only disappointing my family, but I was also disappointing myself because I had the same expectations of myself that my parents had of me. I certainly don't blame my parents for any of this because I know that if they had known that I was autistic all this time, those expectations wouldn't have been put on me like they were. However, feeling like I was always falling short & I was never good enough put such a damaging amount of pressure on me for so long that it still affects me to this day to the point where sometimes I forget that their expectations of me have changed since my autism diagnosis. The Criticism Is Constant: I remember being constantly criticized for my behavior ever since I was a young child. Many other autistics have had the same experiences as I have had with this. "Look at me while I'm talking!" "Why do you have that grimace on your face?" "Why are you smiling? That's not funny!" "You shouldn't have said that. You should've said this." "Your face looks funny. Are you okay?" All of the above things have been said to me numerous times throughout my life. Unfortunately, an autism diagnosis hasn't stopped these types of criticisms from happening. My behavior & every move I make have been criticized so much that I simply can't handle any more of it. We're Stressed:
Us autistic people live very high-stress lives. Things that seem so minuscule to you really stress us out. We're sensitive to a lot of things like light, noise, our physical environment, & emotions. For example, I remember a time where my mom insisted that I attend a neighborhood Christmas party. I really didn't want to go because I was expecting to watch Christmas movies in my pajamas that night & now I had to be dressed & socialize with other people. I wouldn't have had such a problem with this party if it wasn't for the fact that it came on suddenly & I had no time to mentally prepare for the fact that I had to attend this party that night. I was in college at the time, so I was definitely old enough to stay home. It just wasn't okay with my mom. The sudden change in plans caused me stress & displeasure & when I expressed that to my parents, I was criticized for how antisocial I was being. This resulted in a complete meltdown. I felt like no one cared about me that night because no one stopped to listen to my thoughts or feelings. When I eventually made it to the party, I ended up standing like a statue against a wall for the few hours we were there because the criticism I received just prior to arriving at the party made it so that I didn't have the emotional capacity to socialize with anyone. We Have Low Self-Esteem: Many autistic people, myself included, suffer from low self-esteem. This is often the result of external factors, like bullying & being left out when we were younger (discussed in more detail above↑). When we have low perceptions of ourselves, it makes us more sensitive to criticism. Low self-esteem also makes us unable to understand or interpret criticism. Even when criticism is communicated with the best of intentions, ALL criticism can make us extremely anxious, which has long-lasting effects on us, crushing our self-esteem even more. Every single time I'm criticized, I feel like I can't do anything right. In fact, I feel like that regardless of whether or not I'm criticized. I know that this is because of how much I have been criticized during the course of my life. Many other autistic people feel this way, too. Our Feelings Are Often Dismissed: I have gone through my entire life feeling like my feelings don't matter. I have always felt like when I speak up, my thoughts & feelings are brushed to the side. I've been talked over & ignored more times than I can count. This not only makes us extra sensitive to criticism, but it makes us think we're being criticized when we're not being criticized at all. What Is Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria?: Although not a clinical diagnosis, rejection sensitive dysphoria, or RSD, is when perceived rejection or failure causes so much intense emotional pain that it becomes very difficult for a person to cope with his or her feelings. Autism & RSD: Many autistic people struggle with RSD & I certainly believe I am one of them. However, this isn't an issue for every autistic person. Increased rejection & punishment for not meeting neurotypical standards puts autistic people at higher risk for experiencing RSD. Also, since autistic people often have different sensory & perceptual experiences than allistic, or non-autistic people, they often experience more intense emotions. Autistic people with strong emotional sensitivity tend to experience social & interpersonal rejection stronger than allistic people, which can increase rejection sensitivity. Complications Of RSD For Autistic People: While most people do not enjoy being rejected or criticized (I mean, who would?), RSD goes beyond simply disliking rejection. RSD is so intensely emotional & can even be physically painful. The desire to avoid this unbearable pain & discomfort often leads to increased masking behaviors, which puts the autistic person at higher risk for burnout. Additionally, RSD can trigger mental health issues in autistic people including anxiety, depression, & eating disorders. So, before you criticize an autistic person, remember that while no one likes to be criticized, criticism is often much, MUCH harder for us to take than it is for the allistic population to take. And if your criticism causes us to shut down or to act unconventionally, please treat us with love, care, & understanding. It's what we need most of all. 💙 A couple days ago, my case worker called me regarding my disability application. This is the first time I ever heard from him since applying for disability benefits back in early December. In fact, before this week, I didn't even know I had a case worker! Unfortunately, the call ended with me feeling incredibly flustered. Despite the fact that my case worker & I were both speaking English & we are both native English speakers, I felt as though we were speaking two entirely different languages. This is quite a common occurrence for me, & for other autistic people, as well. Communication is so, so difficult when you're autistic. In fact, all my adult life, I've had my dad sit with me when I make phone calls about my personal needs. And it's not just because of the severe phone anxiety I experience. It's because I literally cannot communicate with people about the numerous issues I deal with everyday unless they are part of my very, very tiny inner circle. Especially when I'm on the phone. When I first received my autism diagnosis, I expected to have a much, MUCH easier time conveying my needs to & working with various resource people. I mean, now I have a name for my struggles, plus these people are used to working with people with disabilities, right? I was SO wrong here! I have found that it has been almost impossible to get my points across to anyone unless their background is specifically in autism AND they have a certain personality type. Without that exact combination, people are almost impossible to work with.
For instance, back in December, I had an extremely heated argument with the resource person at the autism center where I went for my autism spectrum disorder evaluation & diagnosis. I expected that this conversation would give me hope, but instead, it left me feeling more defeated & alone than ever before. I could go on & on about my conversation with her. I would think that not only working in an autism center, but having an autistic adult child at home would make her be able to speak to an autistic woman with respect & dignity. Much of what she said was completely uncalled for & inappropriate. Despite the fact that I consider myself a very patient person & easy to get along with, I can tell you that the only reason I didn't completely lose my cool with her is because I was walking my dog, Teddy at the time she called me back & I wasn't alone in my bedroom. I needed to control my emotions in order to not make a complete fool out of myself in public. That's how bad it was. The same exact thing happened during a phone call with my vocational rehabilitation counselor this past June, but I can give him more benefit of the doubt because he certainly knows a lot less about autism than the autism resource woman. Lastly, during my phone conversation with my case worker a couple days ago, he put so much more weight on my autistic comorbidities than on autism itself. I can tell you that while I likely would still struggle with mental health challenges without being autistic, being autistic is what makes my mental health challenges so disabling that it affects my ability to work. Autism is what's important here, not the plethora of other difficulties I have. Yes, I put down other diagnoses too because you can't forget that they do exist. But, that's not what's important here. People focus on the mental health aspect of things because that's what they know more about. They also think that if you take medication & go to therapy, you can be fixed. And if your issues can be fixed, then there's no need for disability benefits, right? That would save Social Security a lot of money. My case worker was very surprised that I don't see a therapist right now & it has been a very long time since I've seen one. I don't see a therapist is because I feel like it was a total waste of time & money. I'll get more into the details of therapy on another day. My experience in therapy is more than a blog post worth of info. Anyway, the conversation I had with my case worker scared me because how is he supposed to help me if we keep talking in circles & I can't get him to understand any of my points? This is not okay. I am posting about this to show you just how frustrating being autistic can be. I am SO beyond exhausted that no matter how hard I try, I can't get anyone to understand me or to respect my thoughts & feelings. I applied for disability this past December, shortly after I received my autism diagnosis. Now, the disability process is a very lengthy one. It typically takes just under a year for a decision to be made. Ever since I first applied, I have periodically been checking the status of my application via the Social Security Administration website. And I can now see that we're getting closer & closer to my application being fully processed, which brings me to what this post is about. My neighbor's son is just a few years younger than me & is also autistic. Knowing that my neighbor likely has a much greater understanding of my struggles than most people, I have gone to her for advice a few times. My mom & I had a very interesting conversation with her a couple evenings ago. Something I've never thought of until now was brought up, which I'd like to tell you about. My neighbor's advice to my mom & me was that when we're talking to people or filling out paperwork related to autism services or benefits (like disability or supplemental income), we have to remember to put the emphasis on what I CAN'T do rather than what I CAN do. She told us that she has a difficult time talking about what her autistic son CAN'T do & instinctively puts the emphasis on what he CAN do. Both my mom & I were very confused by this statement. My mom even asked my neighbor to clarify what she meant. When my neighbor kept going on & on about this, I realized that she probably had no idea that this wasn't a problem at all for me, so I interrupted her. I told her that I have the exact opposite problem. I have a difficult time talking about what I CAN do & always put the emphasis on what I CAN'T do. "Oh, so you have the opposite problem," my neighbor said in agreement. When I took a moment to pause & reflect on this conversation, I came to a realization. The difference in perspective between me & my neighbor is simply when the autism diagnosis was received. Her son was diagnosed with autism as a young child, while I was diagnosed with autism well into adulthood.
While I'm not a mother myself, I can imagine that as a mother, my neighbor wants to think positively for her son. Her positivity will then positively impact her son by making him feel loved & capable of doing whatever he wants to do with his life. For me, my autism diagnosis came from such a negative place. In fact, I believe that I wouldn't have received a diagnosis at all at this point in my life if I was someone who put the emphasis on what I CAN do. After I received my autism diagnosis, I've found myself constantly telling autism resource people about everything I CAN'T do. But, I can't remember telling anyone about what I CAN do. Sometimes, it has even led to heated, ugly arguments that have left me feeling more misunderstood, invalidated, & defeated than ever before. For example, I:
While yes, this is an extremely negative way of thinking, it is important to remember that if I didn't have such a long list of things I CAN'T do, I wouldn't be autistic. And I wouldn't have spent my entire life struggling & wondering why I am unable to get to where I want to be in life. It may not look like it from the outside, but autism is an invisible disability that really hinders what things I am capable of doing & how much of it can be done in a day. Ever since I was a child, I've had very specific limits, which include interacting with people, physical activity, & more. I've always known that surpassing those limits would cause trouble, but identifying those limits & advocating for myself wasn’t something I learned to do until I was in my upper teens. Living life in a constant spoon deficit is no easy feat, but I'm taking it day by day & trying my very best. I'd like to end this post by reiterating that while many people impacted by autism focus on what they or their loved one CAN do, it’s the CAN'Ts that are important to me. Every person is different, autistic or allistic, & we all have different perspectives on our abilities & on the life we're living. And that is perfectly normal & okay. We're all doing our very best & we're doing what works for us & that’s what matters most of all. 💙 No child wants summer vacation to end & to go back to school. I mean, who wants that?! But, I also believe that the term, first day of school jitters, is much too mild to accurately describe my experiences & emotions. Everyone dreads when that day rolls around every year, but I have always felt that my anxiety about that day was many, many, MANY levels above everyone else's. The anxiety, the stomach aches, the panic, the nausea, the fear, the dizziness, & a plethora of other emotions & symptoms can really just be summed up into one word: trauma. Yes, school was a traumatic experience for me from start to finish & the trauma only got worse with age. Autism & Trauma: Every autistic person, no matter how old (s)he is has experienced trauma at some point in his or her life. No, it's not the type of trauma you're probably envisioning when I say that word. Being bullied on a daily basis & constantly being left out can certainly cause the same types of consequences on a person as going to war, witnessing someone get murdered, or having an abusive spouse would. It just takes a longer amount of time to do its damage. This is one of the reasons why it is crucial to diagnose autism as early on in the child's life as possible. So that you can do as much as you can to stop the trauma & the damage it will cause once the autistic child grows up. Academics Were Easy!: I wasn't your stereotypically gifted autistic child. In fact, I struggled with math until I got to middle school. But, the academics were STILL the easy part of school for me. It was every other thing that naturally came along with it that was so painfully difficult. There were two main reasons why: bullying & friendships. Bullying: Every autistic child & every autistic adult you talk to will have something to say about bullying in school. Many autistic adults will have things to say about bullying &/or mistreatment in the workplace, as well. This is what I remember about bullying:
The effects of the bullying is the reason why it takes me such a long time to trust someone even now, as an adult. I know that this is due to the trauma I experienced, which I explained above. I think that part of this is also probably because I never voiced the pain I was experiencing to my parents. I have always felt that I caused them extra worry & I didn't want to add to it even more. I also see police officers as adult bullies because almost every one of the boys who bullied me in high school were going to study criminal justice in college to become a police officer. That makes police officers absolutely terrifying. When I look at a police officer, I see a bully who wants to hurt me, not someone who will protect me. Friendships:
Miscellaneous Difficulties:
These are the reasons why I am so glad I am no longer in school. When I was at my neighbor Patty's house this past winter talking to her about my experiences growing up as an undiagnosed autistic child, one of the questions she asked me was, "How was school?" I could've gone on for hours telling her about the problems I had in school. This is the first of a series of blog posts that answer that very question. While this topic is a painful & vulnerable one, I have a lot to say about it, so it is a topic that I have been very excited to write about. Some time ago, my parents' financial guy had made an offer to assist my brother & I if we ever wanted it. My mom took me to see him today because for awhile now, I've had concerns about having too much money in the bank. The reason why? I'm in my thirties now & I have barely spent any money ever since I started earning it when I was a teenager. In simpler terms, I'm really, really, really good at saving money. This Is Why I'm Such A Money Saver: I cannot depend on myself to make money. I became very aware when I was looking for my first "real" job after college that no one wanted to hire me. I don't blame them because if I was someone who was in the hiring position, I wouldn't want to hire myself either, as sad as that is to admit. I really, really, REALLY struggled with this. I was raised in an Asian & a Jewish household. I believe that those two backgrounds expect more from their children than any other background does. I even struggled emotionally that I went to a lowly state school rather than a college that was more highly respected. How many high school seniors get into every single one of the colleges they apply to? 🙋🏻♀️ I didn't have any reach schools & I didn't take any AP classes in high school because I wouldn't have been able to handle the pressure of either one of those things. Ever since I graduated from college ten years ago, I have had an intense amount of pressure put on me by my family & by myself to achieve things that were just not attainable. That really ate away at my self-esteem. My self-esteem wasn't good before this, but this made it a whole lot worse. For many years, my parents would say to me, "Aren't you scared about what's gonna happen to you when we die? Don't you want to make a living?" And for years, I avoided answering that question because I had no answer that would be acceptable to them, no answer that would be acceptable to me. The truth was, I was petrified & I still am. But, until I received my autism diagnosis last year, I had no understanding about why I was never able to reach the types of goals I went to college to achieve, why I am a college-educated person who can't support myself. It was EXTRAORDINARILY frustrating. College & Financial Independence: Achieving financial independence is what everyone strives for & it is a big reason why many high school graduates go on to college, isn't it? Well, let me tell you this. A college education doesn't buy you financial independence. It just doesn't. What a college education buys you is simply that: a college education. Yes, many jobs require a college degree & having a college degree can get you a higher salary than you would've had without one, but having a college degree doesn't get you a job. That was one of the first lessons I learned when my college commencement was upon me. I was an art & graphic design major, so my mom suggested that I call several design firms in the Boston area to see if they were hiring. Trying to be a good daughter, I unhappily obliged. I've always had problems talking to people & making phone calls to people I don't know personally causes anxiety on such a high level that I can't put it into words. None of the design firms I called were hiring, which surprisingly gave me great relief. This was something I never expected, but I knew it was because of the feelings of panic I endured when I thought about life after college. My college experience was absolutely terrible, so the whole four years I was there, I kept thinking that things would get better once I graduated. Well, they didn't. I believe that in general, companies want to hire people who:
I Wasn't Made For The Corporate World!:
Both corporate environments & supervisors, whether I'm interviewing or working at a job, cause me to freeze, become nonverbal, get tongue-tied, panic, act in unexpected ways, & a plethora of other things that give a bad impression. Whenever I try to explain this to people, they just don't get it. Most people work because they have to, not because they want to & they do what they have to do to make a living. But, if all of those things have always happened to me when I'm either interviewing for a job or working for a supervisor, how is that going to work? Job Interview Experiences: I have been told so many times to just practice, practice, practice. But, I believe that in this instance, practice isn't going to help. There's no reasoning with anxiety & until I have reached a specific required comfort level with the person who is interviewing me (something that both takes a very, very long time & isn't possible), everything I've hypothetically practiced will just go out the window at the time I need it most. Plus, that's not even taking into consideration that if I don't actually want the job, I'm not going to be able to convince someone else that I want the job. Now, if you're thinking, "How could you not want the job?!" Wanting the job & wanting money are two totally different things. I have never interviewed for a job that I wanted because every job that I've ever interviewed for was a job that I believed I was better off without. Experiences In The Workforce: I strongly believe that I have never been a good employee, so that in turn makes me not a good employee. I know now that much of this has to do with being an unawarely autistic employee. I have been told the following things from various supervisors:
What I Need In A Job: If I'm not able to be in control of when, how, where, for who, & with who I'm working all of the time, it's not going to work for me. I know that chances are, unless you're self-employed, you don't control all of those things. For an autistic person, not having control of all or at least the most important of those things all the time will cause autistic burnout. This is why many autistic people:
Autistic Burnout Is: The complete physical & mental exhaustion that autistic people experience from trying to live in a neurotypical world &/or from masking their autistic traits too often. This is often a problem for autistic people in the workplace & is often why they often don't have enough sick time or their job performance might be lower than it should be. 💔💔 This is the heartbreaking reality for many autistic people out there & this is why we need more support. 💔💔 You may have heard of it, or maybe you haven't, but let's talk about what Spoon Theory is & how it applies to autistics. If you've ever heard someone exclaim, "I'm out of spoons!"; you might've been super confused. And no, (s)he didn't run out of silverware. It was Spoon Theory that (s)he was referring to. Spoonies, as we call ourselves, are people living with chronic illnesses, autism, mental health issues, terminal illnesses, disabilities, & more who use this theory to give their healthy family & friends a glimpse of what it's like to be in our shoes. What Exactly Is Spoon Theory?: Now, it's important to remember that I did not create Spoon Theory & I'm no Spoon Theory expert. I'm simply an autistic woman living with persistent, lifelong mental health issues who has benefited greatly from having a simple & concise way to explain my energy & ability levels on any given day. The Origin Of Spoon Theory: First, I highly encourage you to read the entire origin story of Spoon Theory, but here is Spoon Theory in a nutshell: Spoon Theory was originally created by Christine Miserandino, a woman with lupus. She & her best friend were at a diner late one night when her friend asked her what it was like to live with lupus. And that's when Spoon Theory was born. Christine handed her friend a collection of spoons as a concrete way to illustrate what it was like to live a day with lupus. "I explained that the difference in being sick and being healthy is having to make choices or to consciously think about things when the rest of the world doesn’t have to. The healthy have the luxury of a life without choices, a gift most people take for granted." Every chronically ill, autistic, mentally ill, terminally ill, & disabled person begins each day with a limited number of spoons. The number of spoons most spoonies begin the day with is twelve because that's how many spoons Christine handed her friend that night. And every task that you do throughout the day takes up one or more of your spoons. How many spoons each task takes up depends on how difficult the task is for you to do. Depending on the person & his or her illness or disability, certain activities may allow spoons to be replenished. I'll talk more about that later on in this blog post. Remember that an activity such as getting ready for work has to be broken down into smaller steps. Getting ready for & getting to work usually contain all or most of the following steps for most people:
Once a spoonie runs out of spoons, (s)he has no energy left for the rest of the day, so we have to make choices about how we're going to use our precious spoons. For example, are you going to shower or eat breakfast today? If you go to the grocery store after work today, will you have enough spoons left to cook? Healthy people have the luxury of not needing to make these choices because they wake up each day with an infinite number of spoons. While the Spoon Theory was originated by a woman with lupus, it applies to so many other illnesses & disabilities out there as well. How Does Spoon Theory Apply To Autistics?: Autistic people wake up each day with a limited number of spoons. Let's continue to use the number twelve. Sometimes the number of spoons we wake up with can be lower than what is typical. For example, if we had a meltdown yesterday or if we didn't sleep well, we might hypothetically start the day with eight spoons, no spoons, or a negative number of spoons rather than the typical twelve. We have to plan our days very carefully in order to conserve our spoons. We face unique struggles because we live in a world that wasn't built for us. Navigating a neurotypical world uses up our spoons at an astronomical rate. The tasks that I find to take up the most amount of spoons tend to involve interaction with people. Also, because of my vestibular sensitivities, I live my life in fear of germs & illness, so tasks that involve cleaning or being in close contact with people I don't know also take up a lot of spoons. The below image outlines how many spoons I use up for many of the typical tasks in my daily life (although some tasks are hypothetical). As you can see from the below image, many of us, myself included, consistently run on a spoon deficit. It would be impossible for me to only use twelve spoons in a day. I try to conserve my spoons as much as I can, but so many daily tasks take up such a significant number of spoons that spoon conservation is impossible. This is why autistic burnout & meltdowns are so common in the autism community. We are quite simply out of spoons. Most days, I wake up feeling like I am out of spoons before I'm even out of bed because the limited number of spoons I am given each day just isn't enough. When you've run out of spoons every single day of your life, it really takes a toll on you. Because I am consistently spoon-deficient, I try to avoid the majority of tasks that take up five & six spoons. The only task in this group of tasks that I passionately love doing is taking care of my grandfather. Autistic people do not handle stress well & because caregiving is very stressful, it takes up a lot of spoons. However, it also can be very rewarding & it gives me precious time with my grandfather, which I love. Spoon Replenishment: While I am consistently running on a spoon deficit, I feel lucky that sometimes, my spoons can be replenished. This isn't the case with all spoonies. The below image outlines how I personally experience spoon replenishment. Certain activities are much more effective at accomplishing this than other activities. Sleep is something that helps replenish spoons for many spoonies, but that isn't something that helps me. I have many other things that replenish my spoons though, which I am grateful for. Because my spoons are used up much more quickly than they are replenished, this only helps my spoon deficit ever so slightly. Why Does Spoon Theory Help?: I love Spoon Theory because it gives our community a common language that explains our daily energy levels in a simple way. It also helps our healthy & neurotypical family & friends understand what their ill or disabled family & friends are facing in a concrete way. Sometimes, it may look to others that we are lazy when that isn't the case at all. We are simply out of spoons. Without this language & understanding, many of us would be using more of our precious energy than we had left explaining to our family & friends that we are all out of energy. (How ironic is that?!) If you’re new to Spoon Theory, I hope that this explanation helps you to see the struggles that us spoonies face on a daily basis in a new way. And if you know me on a personal level, I hope this helps you understand me better, too. 💙 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:
The past week has been incredibly stressful for me. A little over a week ago, one of my dogs woke up from his night sleep covered in his own urine. This is the first time he has ever done that in his lifetime. He's never even done that when he was a tiny puppy, prior to being fully potty-trained. He's always warm (dogs' body temperatures are warmer than humans' body temperatures), but this particular morning, he felt warmer than warm. I put him in the bath tub while I called his vet & figured out what to do with him. Unfortunately, his vet wasn't able to get us in until 7:20 that evening. I wiped him down, but didn't give him a full bath because he hadn't quite had his flea & tick topical on for long enough before being able to be bathed. Plus, with him needing to go to the vet that evening & me being the germaphobe that I am, I wanted to bathe him after he came home from the vet rather than beforehand. I have to tell you, that day was the longest day ever. My little guy; who will be turning ten in a week; is typically such a lively, happy, energetic little man; but the life was completely sucked out of him. I had never seen him this lethargic & sickly before & that was quite scary & stressful. He didn’t pick up his head if someone walked in or if his name was called. But, it was even more alarming that he didn’t want belly rubs. That boy is the king of belly rubs. Even with the number of dogs I've cared for, I've never met a dog who loves belly rubs more than my sweet Teddy. When it was finally time for Teddy’s vet appointment, my mom & I both took him in. Based on his appearance as well as my observations that I shared with the vet, she thought that due to the area we live in, he probably had a tick-borne illness. He was brought back for a urine test & couple of blood tests (one of which was to check for tick-borne illnesses). Teddy tested positive for two out of the three tick-borne illnesses that he was tested for. Specifically, ehrlichiosis & anaplasmosis. I am super religious about combing my boys & checking them for ticks every single night. Plus, them being all white helps tremendously with being able to easily spot something like a tick on them. Not only that; I apply a flea, tick, & mosquito killer & repellent topical on them twice a month during the warmer months of the year; & I don’t allow them to romp around in tall grass, in wooded areas, & in all other places where ticks are likely to be. I did everything right & I never saw any ticks on him. The first day that I really thought he was almost all better was yesterday (exactly one week since symptoms started), but until I saw major improvements, I was stressed to the max. That would stress anyone out, autistic or not. With that in mind, let’s take a moment to talk about stress, how neurotypical people deal with it, how autistic people deal with it, & how I deal with it. What Is Stress?:
As explained by the World Health Organization: Stress can be defined as a state of worry or mental tension caused by a difficult situation. Stress is a natural human response that prompts us to address challenges and threats in our lives. Not everything that we experience that causes stress is negative. Here are some examples of negative & positive stressors. Negative Stressors:
Positive Stressors:
The Impacts Of Different Intensities Of Stress: Mild Stress: This type of stress typically motivates the individual to work as hard as (s)he can to achieve some type of end goal. Severe Stress: This type of stress is typically debilitating for both the individual & his or her performance. How Stress Affects Autistic People: Because autism tends to reduce the resources a person has to cope with challenges brought on by stress, an autistic person's experience with & their ability to handle various stressors will likely be much different than it would be for an allistic, or a non-autistic person. Autistic Comorbidities: In my blog post about why most autistics don't want a cure for autism, I mentioned the fact that there are a lot of comorbid disorders that tend to accompany autism. Some disorders that autistic people are at higher risk for are mood disorders. In fact, it is estimated that 10 to 50% of autistic people develop depression in their lifetimes & about 5% of autistic people develop bipolar disorder in their lifetimes. In the general population, prevalence rates for depression & bipolar disorder are much lower & are estimated to be up to 7% & less than 1%, respectively. Other mood disorders that autistic people are at a higher risk of developing include, but are not limited to anxiety disorders, post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), & obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD). Autistic people who are verbal & who do not have intellectual impairments are at a much higher risk of developing mood disorders than those who are non-verbal &/or are intellectually impaired. Due to the high prevalence of mood disorders in autistic individuals, stress could be highly problematic to cognitive, physiological, & behavioral functioning in the autistic population. Common Stressors For Autistic People:
Common Ways Autistic People React To Stress:
Studies Indicate That Autistic People Have Heightened Responses To Stress:
How Stress Affects Me: I have never been able to handle stress well. Stress tends to cause me to get flustered & prevents me from being able to think clearly or rationally. Depending on the intensity of the stress I am experiencing, it may cause shutdowns, which prevent me from being able to communicate verbally or non-verbally with others. Meltdowns are an extremely rare occurrence with me, but stress has caused meltdowns to happen in the past. My Most Common Stressors:
While some of the above stressors also may stress out allistic people, it is important to remember that I experience stress on a whole different level than what is considered normal. For example, there have been times in the past where I was trying to have conversations with my supervisors, but was unable to form simple coherent sentences due to the panic that resulted from my supervisor simply being in the same room as me. Another good illustration of how stress affects me is I have been told from multiple police officers that they thought I was on drugs during their initial interactions with me. I have never been on drugs in my life, but clearly, police officers stress me out so much that interacting with them causes me to act like I'm under the influence even though I am far from it. There will be a future blog post written about issues surrounding police officers & autism where issues like this will be discussed further. When I was in third grade, my mom got a job as a classroom aide at the elementary school I attended. And that's where she still works. Today, when she came home from work, my mom told us that one of the school busses was thirty minutes late this morning. One of the boys at her school told my mom that the reason why that bus was so late was because the children on the bus were so poorly behaved that the driver had to pull off the road to assign seats. Later on that day, my mom found out from one of the teachers she works with that there is also some bullying going on, on that same bus. The bullying had gotten so bad for a certain boy that his mom is afraid of sending him to school on the bus. Another boy does things to him, like pour his water from his water bottle onto this poor boy's head! I always try to link the things that happen in my everyday life to my experiences as an autistic woman. So, I wanted to take this as an opportunity to tell you about what it was like to ride the bus to school as an autistic student, long before I knew I was autistic. From the title of this blog post, you probably already know that I absolutely HATED riding the bus to school. Why I HATED Riding The Bus To School: I Was Afraid Of Getting On The Bus: When the bus pulled up to the bus stop, all the children ran to the bus because they wanted to get the BEST seat. The running children scared me. I have struggled with my gross motor abilities my entire life (this is a commonality among autistic people/children), so every day when it was time to get on the bus, I thought I was going to get trampled & injured from running children. I could feel a rush of adrenaline running through my body every time it was time to get on the bus. Being someone who has always avoided adrenaline-inducing activities, this felt absolutely terrible! I Usually Had No One To Sit With: This is a pretty self-explanatory reason, but when you're autistic, you tend to have trouble making & keeping friends. In the beginning of the school year, I would sometimes have a neighborhood girl to sit with, but as the year went on, that girl went on to make her own friends who she wanted to sit with on the bus. And where did that leave me? Alone of course. Not only was it embarrassing, but it made me so sad that no one wanted to be my friend. There Were Older Children On The Bus: There's a big difference between a first grader & a fifth grader. Whenever I was on the young end of whatever school I was in, I felt like being around older children was dangerous. I mean, I even felt like it was dangerous being around children my own age, so of course being around older children was even more frightening! One Of My Bus Drivers Was Scary: My middle school bus driver was crazy, mean, & scary! She often started driving before all the students were seated. Because of my gross motor difficulties, this was terrifying for me. She would also do things like yell at whoever had a dirty water bottle on the floor by his/her seat, being seemingly unaware that water bottles roll when the bus moves, so whoever she was yelling at likely wasn't responsible for leaving their dirty water bottle on the bus. It Was Loud: I didn't have noise sensitivities like the typical autistic student did, but I was a calm & quiet girl who preferred calm & quiet environments, rather than environments with excitable, yelling children. I Was Afraid Of Getting Off The Bus: Again, children moved much too quickly for my comfort level. Because of my gross motor difficulties, I have always had to take stairs slowly & cautiously. However, when it was time to get off the bus, I thought I was going to get trampled & injured from running children. I could feel adrenaline rushing through my body every time it was time to get off the bus. Having been an adrenaline-avoider my entire life, this felt absolutely terrible! I Was Afraid Of Missing The Bus: Again, because of my gross motor difficulties, it was hard for me to get to the bus at the end of the day quickly enough. This was particularly stressful in high school, when all of the busses were lined up at the front of the school simultaneously rather than being called over the loud speaker. There was never enough time for me to gather everything I needed in order to do my homework that night AND make it to the bus on time without stressing. If I were to miss the bus in high school, it would be particularly bad because it would mean that I would need to wait a whole extra hour & a half at the school in order for my mom to pick me up to go home, since she didn't get out of work until three o’clock & the high school was a twenty minute drive away. I don't think that ever happened, but the idea of it EVER happening terrified me. Just being in that school drained every ounce of energy I had that I couldn't wait to run away from the school building at the end of the day! (I'll tell you more about my experiences with school in a future blog post.) This is one of the many reasons why I was so relieved when I got my driver's license. Why I Never Struggled With Bullying On The School Bus:
I experienced very INTENSE bullying in school, but never had any problems with bullying while on the bus. The short reason why is simply because I always sat in the first few seats of the bus. The exact place where no one ever wants to sit on a school bus. If someone had ever hypothetically forced me to sit in the back of the bus, I would've been absolutely terrified because that's where the bullies sat. Even the kids who sat back there who were not bullies tended to be friends with them. The wild, loud, obnoxious athletes sat in the back of the bus. I generally didn't like athletes, unless they were runners, were part of the track team, or were tennis players. I wanted to do everything I could to stay away from bullies & everyone who associated themselves with them. Because I sat in the front of the bus, that was the only part of the day that bullies didn't bother me. They didn't go out of their way to bother the quiet, loner girl sitting in the front of the bus because she didn't want to be bothered by the bullies, among a plethora of other reasons. I was so glad about that. I sat in the front of the bus from when I was in kindergarten until I stopped taking the bus, when I was a high school sophomore. I Wished My Mom Drove Me To School! Within the past few months, I made a comment to my mom about how I hated riding the bus to school & I wished she drove me. I never understood why I had to take the bus to school. I assumed my mom had some very good reason for not driving me to school. Or that it was just too much trouble. I have always believed that I was too much trouble & caused too much worry. To my surprise, my mom never knew how much I hated riding the bus to school & she told me that she would've driven me if I had asked her to, particularly when I was in elementary school & I attended the same school she worked at. I wish I had known this twenty-five years ago. I have always been a meek person, as a child AND as an adult, both inside & outside of my family. I was really pushed by my special education teacher to advocate for myself when I was a junior & a senior in high school, in preparation for college, but speaking up for myself is & always had been difficult for me, particularly in my younger years. I know that is also likely why that despite all of the intense bullying that I endured, I never told anyone how painful it was, how much it bothered me. Issues I dealt with while I was in high school, & even while I was in middle school & while I was in elementary school are still affecting me well into my thirties. I'll share more about my experiences being a victim of such intense bullying in a future blog post. On my way home from my dog walking client's house today, I stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few things. I typically do this once a week. I wouldn't survive the grocery store without self-checkout. I seriously wouldn't. When I go shopping, I don't like to interact with store employees & actually cringe if an employee asks me if I'm finding everything I'm looking for alright. The Grocery Store Without Self-Checkout: About ten years ago, I worked as a cashier in a grocery store called Market Basket (worst experience of my life!). I would not recommend working as a cashier to any diagnosed or undiagnosed autistic person, but I'll tell you more about that later. Anyway, Market Basket prides itself as a full-service supermarket. When I worked there, I was told that Market Basket supermarkets do not have self-checkout because it is poor customer service. This is because it goes against their people taking care of people mentality. When I first heard about Market Basket's stance on self-checkout, I thought that that was the worst idea EVER. My opinion hasn't changed since. I am someone who depends on self-checkout, so any store assuming that people prefer cashiers over self-checkout isn't catering to all of their potential customers' needs. People who prefer to be checked out by a cashier would wait in the cashier line, while people like myself, who prefer to utilize self-checkout, whatever the reason may be, would go to that section of the store for check out instead. A new Market Basket opened in the town my parents & I live in & my mom's completely obsessed. She does all her shopping there now, even though it is a little further away than Stop & Shop, the grocery store she used to do all her shopping at. Several weeks ago, my mom suggested to me that I shop at Market Basket, as well. I asked her if Market Basket had self-checkout because I didn't feel comfortable shopping there if it didn't. I shared with her what I was told about self-checkout when I was a Market Basket employee. At first, my mom said that there was definitely a self-checkout section. However, she then realized that it wasn't self-checkout, but was express checkout. I still haven't stepped foot in that grocery store for that very reason. I mean, it doesn't make sense for me to go in there knowing that I'm not gonna be able to buy anything because the supermarket doesn't cater to my needs. When I mentioned the self-checkout issue to my dad, he said that whether or not having or not having self-checkout is good or bad customer service depends on who you're asking. I completely agree. I think that supermarkets who do not have a self-checkout section are actually providing poor customer service because they are not catering to all of their customers' needs. This is the exact opposite thing Market Basket is trying to achieve. I would think that extroverted & technology-illiterate people would be the type of people who would prefer cashiers over self-checkout. However, would these people think that the mere existence of a self-checkout section in a store is poor customer service? I don't think so. Curbside Shopping Or Self-Checkout?: There were many aspects of the coronavirus pandemic that made my life better. No longer needing to walk into stores to pick up the items I needed was one of the many things about COVID that benefitted me. I understand that there are many people who lost people they loved because of the virus. Luckily, I was not someone who lost anyone due to COVID, although I deeply sympathize with those who did. With the exception of the existence of the germ (that still sadly dictates my life), our way of life was actually better for me than the way we lived prior to the pandemic. The creation of curbside shopping was one of those things. Not having to go into stores to do my shopping & only having to have minimal interaction with one store employee who brought my items to my car was a literal dream. However, the thing that was less convenient was having to pick the time I will be at the store, several days ahead of time. I could never be spontaneous about when I was going to pick up my items, which is the kind of shopper I am. I like to be efficient with my time & with the gas in my car & it's hard to do that several days ahead of time, when I don't know for sure what the day is going to look like. These days, I prefer self-checkout over curbside shopping because it gives me much more flexibility. Plus, I generally feel safe in stores as long as I'm wearing a mask & I don't have prolonged contact with anyone. My Experience With Self-Checkout TODAY:
Even with how much I LOVE self-checkout, there are many problems with it. One of the problems is that the scale is WAY over-sensitive. The scale on a self-checkout station knows how much every item should weigh & it freaks out if it senses something that weighs even slightly more than it should. I get that this is the store's way of preventing theft, but there has to be a better way than having these machines freaking out at people all the time. I know that many cities & towns instituted this a long time ago, but my town JUST started charging for disposable grocery bags last month. Items fit much more nicely into paper grocery bags than they fit into insulated reusable grocery bags, which I was trying to use because it was ninety degrees outside. Most of the items I purchased were items that were prone to melting, plus insulated bags were the only kind of bags I had with me. I still have not gotten the hang of bagging groceries into reusable bags in a way that doesn't make the machine freak out. When the machine freaks out, I'm used to the person overlooking the self-checkout area coming over to the machine & simply putting his or her key in, so that I can continue scanning the rest of my items. The woman in charge of the self-checkout area today didn't do that, however. Instead, she insisted on having a conversation with me where she was telling me how to bag groceries & she became very accusatory. She even told me that she was trying to help me solve a problem, when I didn't think there was any problem that needed solving. The machine simply sensed some of my own body weight when I was trying to make the items fit into the bag better & it thought it detected an unpaid item. Any smart person could've told her that. However, this woman who came over to help me even showed me the surveillance video of me (on the self-checkout monitor) bagging groceries, like she was trying to prove to me that I was attempting to steal a $4 item. The item in my right hand was the item that I had just scanned that caused the machine to freak out. And the item in my left hand was the item that I was about to scan that I hadn't scanned yet. This is the way I have scanned groceries for years, including when I was a Market Basket cashier. This is the first time I have ever had a problem with this method. She then continued on by telling me that I only scanned one of the items I was holding & then proceeds to scroll through the entire list of items I had scanned thus far. I didn't think I was doing anything suspicious. I was simply an autistic woman who wanted to be left alone, so I could go about my day. I was beyond flustered with this woman & with my experience in the self-checkout area today, but am I going to go to a cashier the next time I go grocery shopping? Absolutely not; I'm simply going to cross my fingers AND my toes that this woman isn't there or if she is, she leaves me alone. That is how much I dislike interacting with cashiers when I shop. When There Is No Self-Checkout Option: A store not having a self-checkout option isn't a problem for me. It's the stores who think of self-checkout as a negative thing that I have a problem with. I can name several stores that don't have a self-checkout option, off the top of my head. PetSmart, Michaels, & Kohl's don't have self-checkout, for example. The last time I purchased items at any of those three stores, or at most other stores that don't have the self-checkout option; I utilized the purchase online, pick-up in store option. When paying via cashier is necessary, of course I oblige, but I only do that when it is absolutely necessary. When I first disclosed my autism to my family, friends, & some former teachers; I received the following email response from one of my mom's cousins: Kim, I’ve read and re-read your email. I was super impressed with you when you came to take care of your gung-gung and am even more impressed now. I am fascinated by your story and the extent you are taking to understand your past, present so that you can move forward. I can tell that it has been monumental for you to put a name to explain all of the struggles you have had. I’m happy for you and if you spent any amount of time blaming yourself (like we all have a tendency to do). You now know, it wasn’t you. While I was disheartened to learn the extent of what you’ve been going through, it was equally troubling to learn that your delayed diagnosis was primarily due to your gender. Another example of how these stereotypes can do real harm. But you are not focused on that, you’re focused on moving forward. Everything in your email points to that. Again, so much respect for you. Thank you for putting so much care into this message. Thank you for including me. If I have said anything that does not strike the right tone, let me know. I am processing and want to learn. What my mom's cousin is referring to in the line that I made bold, is the trip I made to my grandparents' home in California in the fall of 2019, about three & a half years ago. My grandma, who I called Haw-Bu, was recovering from having part of her tongue surgically removed due to a malignant tumor & because I had so much flexibility in my schedule, I planned to stay with my grandparents for two weeks to help out during my Haw-Bu's recovery. However, my Haw-Bu ended up having numerous complications due to the surgery & needed to stay in a rehabilitation facility to gain her strength back before she could safely live at home. So, I ended up extending my stay by another week & stayed for three weeks instead of two. Also, rather than helping out both of my grandparents, I became my grandpa's primary caregiver during that timeframe. I was responsible for the usual caregiving & household responsibilities as well has driving my grandpa, or my Gung-Gung as I call him, to & from the rehabilitation facility everyday so that he could visit my Haw-Bu. My Gung-Gung survived a major stroke several years earlier that severely disabled him, so he couldn't live in his house alone. I had turned twenty-nine just before making this trip. That is a lot of responsibility for any person, but it's especially a lot for a young person, particularly one who had so many different mental health challenges & now I know autism, as well. Let's talk about how autism, diagnosed or not, affected my caregiving responsibilities:
Social & Communication Deficits
Excessive Adherence To Routines & Resistance To Change
Interests That Are Abnormal In Intensity & Focus
Hyper-Reactivity To Some Sensory Input
Prosopagnosia
Topographic Agnosia
Grief is something that is certainly not fun to talk about, but it's part of life, & there were a couple difficult events involving my grandfather (he is doing okay!) that happened within the past few days that has me thinking about it more than usual. Just to give you a reference point, the five stages of grief are:
Those who are close to me know how incredibly important my maternal grandfather, who I lovingly call Gung-Gung, is to me. Ever since I was a little girl, he & I have had the most incredible, special bond. I love that man so, so, SO much. Back in January 2015, while on a cruise in Mexico, he had a major & devastating stroke. As a result, he acquired a condition known as global aphasia, which means that he no longer has the ability to communicate using language. So, he can no longer read, write, speak, or understand language of any kind. He also lost feeling on the entire right side of his body. Transition & Change:
Now, remember that grief doesn't only occur when someone dies. It also occurs when any major negative change happens in someone's life. For example, people may grieve when going through a divorce or heartbreak or if a close family member or friend moves away. I have been in the denial stage of grief for eight years & four months now (since that very day in January 2015 that the stroke occurred). Yes, as horrible as that is (it's even more terrible seeing it in writing than it has been thinking it in my head all of these years), that's the complete & honest truth. A Side-Note About Therapy: I had been seeing a therapist at the time that the stroke occurred. And I did tell my therapist how much I was struggling with my Gung-Gung's stroke, but I don't think she understood to what extent. I stopped going to therapy in the fall of that year, when I had to change to a different insurance plan that my therapist didn't accept. I haven't tried therapy again since, because my experience in therapy was that it either was extraordinarily harmful & detrimental to my mental health (the exact opposite thing that therapy is supposed to accomplish) or that it didn't make any difference at all, good OR bad. I had been through a plethora of therapists, all who, believe it or not, I wanted to strangle, before I found my last therapist who I really loved. Going through so many different therapists before finding the right one was incredibly emotionally & physically exhausting & draining & going through that multi-year process again, especially when I don't see the benefit in it is just not something I feel I have the energy or the drive for. I'll get more into my experience with therapy on another day. Now that I know I'm autistic, struggling this much with my Gung-Gung's stroke more than eight years later makes complete sense. Autistic people thrive on routine. However, transition & change are extremely difficult for us. That has to be why I'm still in the denial stage of grief this many years later. I just want my Gung-Gung to go back to being the person he was before his stroke. I mean, I know my mom wishes that too, but she has long accepted that this is her new reality, while I'm still denying that. Special Interests Particularly in autistic girls & women, special interests can be people or characters in novels or in movies. If an autistic person's special interest is a person, not only is the autistic person is going to be incredibly loyal to that person, but rejection will be particularly devastating, whether the person of interest is a friend, a romantic interest, etc. I didn't realize it until very recently, after I began learning more & more about how autism presents itself in girls & in women, but my Gung-Gung is one of my special interests. For me, this means that his presence & his mere existence in the world, & in my life takes precedence over everything else. The changes that occurred in him due to the severity of his stroke completely crushed me. And once he eventually passes away, that will shatter my entire world. The following statements are all true about my Gung-Gung:
When my grandma passed away a couple years ago, broken heart syndrome became one of my special interests. Unfortunately, I never had a relationship with my grandma, so I didn't grieve when she died. The hardest part about losing my grandma was thinking that her death would be what would kill my Gung-Gung, who I love so much. (My grandparents had an incredible love story.) I learned that the risk of a man dying of a broken heart goes down dramatically at the three-month mark, so once we hit three months, I felt an instant wave of relief. My aunt & uncle were visiting this past December & I had a heart-to-heart conversation with my aunt one night during that visit. My aunt brought up that when my Gung-Gung eventually does pass away, it really won't be that devastating because of how much he's changed since his stroke. I absolutely did not agree with her because the finality of death is so terrifying to me. Never feeling his arm around my shoulders; being able to hold his hand; or seeing my puppy, Ollie kiss him all over his face, bringing him so much joy & laughter is just not acceptable to me. It would absolutely devastate me & break my heart & wouldn't bring me any relief whatsoever. What my aunt expressed to me is how the average neurotypical person would feel, given the situation. But, what I'm expressing here is how one autistic woman feels, given that same situation. Being Literal-Minded Autistic people are literal-minded. Now, with that being said, I personally don't believe in God, in Heaven, or in any kind of afterlife. So, as morbid as that is to believe, I believe that when someone you love passes away, you'll never see that person ever again. The idea of God, Heaven, & an afterlife are just so abstract, foreign, & unbelievable in my mind that until I've actually seen proof that those things exist, I'm not going to believe in it. I know that those beliefs bring comfort to many people & I wish it did to me as well, but it just doesn't make sense in my literal mind. I know my Gung-Gung believes in Heaven & he wants to go up there to be with my grandma, the love of his life, again, but because I don't believe in it myself, I don't have the comfort he does. In fact, the idea of that actually makes me sick to my stomach. I am also someone who believes that the two things that should never be talked about are politics & religion, unless you know for sure that whoever you're talking to has the same beliefs as you. Because of the role my beliefs play in my fear of death, I thought this was important to mention, but at the same time, I want you to know that I completely understand & respect your beliefs, whatever they may be. So, I tried my very best to make this section as short & as to the point as possible. Fear Of The Unknown Autistic people like to know what to expect. In my thirty-something years of life, I have lost two grandparents & two pet bunnies. (Luckily, I have not lost any other loved ones.) I didn't grieve when either of my two late grandparents passed away. I believe that when my Gung-Gung passes, it will be the first time I would have ever grieved. And from what I know about myself & about my relationship with my Gung-Gung, I'm very worried about my ability to handle that grief. I hope that this post gave you valuable insight as to what grieving might feel like as an autistic woman. I can't believe we've made it to the end of April already! Let's wrap up Autism Acceptance Month by talking about how you should react if someone in your life chooses to disclose an autism diagnosis to you. I was lucky that when I disclosed my struggles & my diagnosis, most people reacted correctly without any guidance, but unfortunately, that's not always the case. This is what autistic people REALLY want from you. The DO's Of Reacting To An Autism Disclosure:
The DON'T's Of Reacting To An Autism Disclosure:
What Are Autism Function Labels?: Autism function labels are used by allistic, or non-autistic people, such as parents, family members, friends, caretakers & medical professionals; to describe an autistic person's abilities. If you refer to someone as having "high-functioning" or "low-functioning" autism, for example, you are using autism function labels. What Is "High-Functioning" Autism?: "High-functioning" autism isn't an official medical diagnosis, but is a term that allistic people use when talking about autistic people. When people talk about an autistic person who is "high-functioning," they are referring to someone who despite his or her autism, is able to read, write, speak, & handle daily tasks such as eating, getting dressed, & personal hygiene independently. A "high-functioning" autistic person can also live independently. People may also call "high-functioning" autistic people mildly autistic, less autistic, or something similar. These terms essentially mean the same thing as "high-functioning" autism. "High-functioning" autism is just the term that is used the most often. What Is "Low-Functioning" Autism?: "Low-functioning" autistic people are usually unable to live independently & will require support from a parent or caretaker throughout their lives. "Low-functioning" autistic people are either nonverbal or they have much more pronounced communication impairments. People may also call "low-functioning" autistic people severely autistic, more autistic, or something similar. These terms essentially mean the same thing as "low-functioning" autism. "Low-functioning" autism is just the term that is used the most often. How Are Autism Function Labels Harmful?: Autism function labels are harmful because they cause ableism, or the discrimination of disabled people. How Autism Function Labels Harm "Low-Functioning" Autistics
How Autism Function Labels Harm "High-Functioning" Autistics
What Does the Autism Spectrum Look Like?: Many allistic people would be very surprised to learn that the autism spectrum is NOT linear & the below image is absolutely NOT what the autism spectrum looks like. The autism spectrum looks more like this ↓. More specifically, this graphic is what MY autism spectrum looks like because it illustrates my specific abilities, as well as my challenges. As noted below, the more white space a particular area of the spectrum contains, the more I struggle with that particular situation or activity & vice versa. You will not be able to find another autistic person out there who's spectrum looks exactly like this because each & every one of us is different from one another. What Terminology Should We Use Instead of High-Functioning & Low-Functioning Autism?: Instead of calling us high-functioning or low-functioning, please simply call us autistic or if you need to be more specific, refer to us an autistic person with low support or high support needs. This makes us feel less judged about who we are as people, but still lets caregivers, teachers, or employers know what to expect in terms of how much support & what type of accommodations we may require. |
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