Let's start November off by looking back on everything that was covered during the month of October. (Can you believe it's November already?!) Also, if you are new here, WELCOME! I am so glad to have you here! 💕 October's Blog Topics:
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Happy Halloween! Well, maybe it's a Happy Halloween to you, but it's not for me. I've never liked this haunting holiday. So, there. I've come out & said it. I don't like Halloween! Now, having said that, if you're a Halloween-loving person, that's no biggie. In fact, one of my closest friends has a Halloween birthday & I just love her excitement around this frightful day. But, for me, Halloween just isn't my day. And that's okay, too. This Is Why:
I don't dislike everything about Halloween, so this is what I do like about the holiday:
Halloween Challenges For Autistic People:
How You Can Help:
Today is a big day for me because it marks my one year anniversary of my autism evaluation & me getting the validation I waited precisely four months & four days for (I can't believe it!), so in celebration of that, here are some things I've learned about myself over the past year, four months, & four days:
Looking Back On Six Months Of Blog Posts!
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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. Let's start October off by looking back on everything that was covered during the month of September. (Can you believe it's October already?!) Also, if you are new here, WELCOME! I am so glad to have you here! 💕 September's Blog Topics:
I love taking care of my grandpa, who I call Gung-Gung. I really, really love it. I wouldn't trade this precious time I'm getting with him for the world. But, caregiving is HARD work & it's even HARDER work for an autistic person, like myself. Let me tell you why. My Gung-Gung has to get a blood test once a month & it's my responsibility to take him. It's an important responsibility, but it also gives me precious time with him. I love that one Thursday a month. This past Thursday was Blood Test Thursday. Going With The Flow: When I arrived at my Gung-Gung's apartment complex last week, I was surprised to find that the visitor parking had completely disappeared. Autistic people, like myself, like to be prepared & don't like surprises, like this one. Not that anyone would like a surprise like this. It's just more of a problem for autistic people. My mom had recently told me that a notice went out that they were reducing the visitor parking & there were now only going to be three visitor parking spaces. (There used to be roughly double that.) But, signs that read Resident Parking Only were posted in equal intervals, in front of the old visitor parking spaces. That included one of the spaces that was supposedly still a visitor parking space. So, I opted to park on the street. I really don't like doing that, since it takes longer to get inside the building. Plus, getting the car to bring to my Gung-Gung who's waiting for me when I need to drive him somewhere takes longer. I don't want him to yell at me for taking too long, which does happen sometimes. When I asked my mom about the parking situation later on that night, she didn't know what I was talking about & said that that sign wasn't there yesterday. 🤷🏻♀️ Also, walking into my Gung-Gung's apartment, whether I'm there for scheduled caregiving duties or I'm there for a surprise visit, gives me heightened anxiety. I never know what I'm going to be walking into. This gives my mom, an allistic, or a non-autistic person anxiety, as well. But, for me, my anxiety about this is on a whole other level. Autistic people need to know what to expect; they don't like surprises. I personally feel like I need time to prepare for whatever situation is about to happen, but not knowing what I'm walking into doesn't allow me to do that. The following questions usually run through my head:
Anyways, we took the elevator downstairs, I ran to get the car as quickly as I could, & off to the blood test we went. The medical building we go for the blood test is right next door to my Gung-Gung's apartment complex, but due to his age & his physical abilities, it is still too far for him to walk. So, I drive. Putting Someone Else's Needs & Wants Ahead Of My Own: I had this idea in my head that I wanted my Gung-Gung to sit outside with me after his blood test. It was an absolutely gorgeous day & now that we are sadly into the month of September, these perfect days are getting to be more limited. I am someone who needs a lot of sunshine in order to function, so I take a vitamin D3 prescription year round. Plus, I shine a happy light on my face for about ten minutes before getting out of bed in the morning during the late-summer through the mid-spring months. Like many people living in this part of the country, I believe I struggle with seasonal affective disorder, although it’s never been diagnosed. Anyways, once my Gung-Gung's blood test was over, I told him that it was a beautiful day & asked him if he wanted to sit with me by the gazebo across the street before going back to his apartment. It's good for him to get fresh air, something he can’t do without accompaniment. It's much easier to convince him to sit outside if he's already outside rather than if he's inside his apartment. Plus, I was giving up time that I would normally be spending out on the back deck in the sun to take care of him. Much to my disappointment, especially since I knew it would likely be much colder when it is time for his October blood test, he didn't want to go to the gazebo. He told me he just wanted to go back to his apartment afterwards. Knowing that he would make a scene if I tried to convince him otherwise, I knew I had to take a step back & let him take the wheel. This is something that's difficult for anyone in the caregiver position, but it is even more difficult for an autistic person. However, he obviously changed his mind between the time we had this conversation & the time we left the medical building. When we left the building, he started heading straight for the gazebo even though I told him I would drive him there. We sat on a park bench in the gazebo park for a short while, side by side, him tapping his hand on my leg to a beat & me with my arm around his shoulders. This right here was my old Gung-Gung. This was what we did together ever since I was a young child, way before he had his devastating stroke. Although, I only started putting my arm around him when I got big enough to do that. 😉 These glimpses of my old Gung-Gung overwhelm me with so much warmth & happiness that it is hard for me to properly convey how I feel. I've always felt so safe, secure, protected, loved, & cared about when his arms were around me. While I still feel some of those same things today, despite him being disabled & me being all grown up, I feel so blessed to now be doing the same thing to him. Giving him the safety, the security, the protection, the love, & the care that he always gave me while also doing something that is good for him. Getting him some fresh air & sunshine. On another note, I wrote more about how being an autistic caregiver affects me in blog posts entitled My Experiences Being A Caregiver With Undiagnosed Autism & Strengths & Weaknesses Of Caregiving With Autism, if you'd like to read those prior blog posts. The Grief We Deal With:
When my Gung-Gung decided that it was time for us to go inside, we went in a nearby door & up the elevator to get to the enclosed bridge that leads to the building that he lives in. This walk is a little far for my Gung-Gung & his favorite sitting spot is on this bridge. So, this is where he likes to take a walking break. You get a perfect view of the nursing home associated with his apartment complex from this bridge. This nursing home was where my grandma, who I called Haw-Bu, passed away. So, he feels a closeness to her when he sits there & looks at the nursing home. He & I sat in two chairs by a window with a view of the nursing home & almost immediately, he was gesturing & asking why did she have to die before him. Why did she have to leave him here on Earth? He then bursted into tears & was sobbing for the love of his life of over sixty years. It's probably been over a year since I've seen him cry like this for his wife. I came around behind the chair he was sitting in & wrapped my arms around him in a loving & a comforting embrace until he was able to collect himself. Once he let me know he was okay, I sat back down in my chair again & wrote in big letters on my whiteboard Kim♥ Gung-Gung. When I showed it to him, he smiled at me with love in his eyes. I mostly communicate with him through simple, written language now, along with some gesturing. Because his stroke caused him to acquire a condition known as global aphasia, he no longer has the ability to communicate using language. So, he can no longer read, write, speak, or understand language, with the exception of simple phrases written on a whiteboard. It is easier for him to understand third-person language rather than first-person language. So, this was why I chose to use my first name rather than a pronoun when talking about myself. Is There Something Wrong With Me?: In times like this, I wonder if there is something wrong with me. When my Haw-Bu passed away, I never grieved. I never even shed a single tear. In fact, all of the sadness I experienced after her passing was caused by my Gung-Gung's sadness & grief. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have experienced any sadness at all. How is it possible that she was my grandma & I don't miss her? There have even been times where I have wondered what it was about my Haw-Bu that my Gung-Gung was attracted to. What did he love about her? Don't get me wrong, I'm so glad for their absolutely incredible love story, for without their love story, I wouldn't exist. But, I could never relate to my Haw-Bu & many of the interactions I had with her were beyond frustrating, leaving me feeling flustered & misunderstood. I spoke at my Haw-Bu's celebration of life that my family held after her passing, but I had a lot of trouble writing the words I was going to say to my family & to my grandparents' friends. Much of the reason I spoke had to do with the fact that my brother & my cousins were speaking, so I felt like I needed to speak also. I was my Haw-Bu's oldest grandchild, as well as her only granddaughter, after all. But, how do you speak about someone who you were supposed to have had a relationship with, but didn't? I feel so guilty that I feel this way. In the end, though, my speech did make it sound like my Haw-Bu & I had a very close relationship. Many of her friends came up to me afterwards & made comments about how great it was that I had such a close relationship with my Haw-Bu. I felt like I had just lied to almost everyone in that room though, which was crushing. One thing that differentiated my celebration of life speech from the speeches of my Haw-Bu's daughters & grandsons was my speech didn't mention cooking or food. At all. My Haw-Bu loved cooking & the way she showed love was by feeding you. Food wasn't my love language. In fact, the amount of time she spent in the kitchen & the fact that she was always trying to feed me was quite annoying. This was particularly frustrating because most of the time she tried to feed me, I didn't feel like eating & forcing myself to eat to make her happy was terribly painful. I eat food because I need to in order to continue to be alive. I don't eat food because I enjoy eating it, especially because I almost never have a good appetite. I know that this isn't how most people think about food. I've always felt that if my Haw-Bu had spent a lot less time in the kitchen during visits, I would've been able to have a relationship with her. For one of my brother's birthdays when he was younger, he asked our Haw-Bu to cook him & some of his friends a Chinese feast. I wouldn't have ever dreamed of doing such a thing because I always wished she would spend quality time with me, outside of the kitchen. I wanted this from the time I was young child until she passed away & I never got it. I wrote more about how grief affects me & other autistic people in my prior blog post entitled Autism & Grief, if you'd like to read that prior blog post. Conclusion: All in all, this past Thursday was a good day. Everything went almost perfectly. I was impressed by the number of people who walked past my Gung-Gung & me sitting on the bridge who said hello to him using his name. That meant all of those people know his name even though his language abilities are very limited. (I usually spend most of my time inside my Gung-Gung's apartment when I visit.) One of the things that made my Haw-Bu hesitant about moving here was that no one here would've known my Gung-Gung before he had his stroke. But, in a building like this, he's getting much more social interaction than he ever got in his stand alone house in California. In fact, I even explained that Gung-Gung means maternal grandfather in Chinese to one of my Gung-Gung's friends who walked by. This particular friend saw the whiteboard that was lying in my lap that read Kim♥ Gung-Gung & asked me what a Gung-Gung was. The above was a statement my dad shared with me a couple nights ago. 🥰 All my life, my dad has been the one I could count on to say things like that to me, things that I need to hear. Let me tell you more about the background of this statement. My mom had recently made an appointment for my grandpa & herself to get the new COVID vaccine. Finally having convinced my dad to get the vaccine earlier than he had originally wanted to get it, she was trying to add him to the vaccine appointment group she had made for my grandpa & herself. That's when a thought came over me: should he really be getting the new vaccine then? My dad had been experiencing some kind of allergic reaction the past several days, so his doctor prescribed a steroid to help with the itchiness he had been experiencing. Now, this steroid helps with allergies & all kinds of autoimmune disorders. I know much more about this medication & how it works than I wish I did because one of my dogs took it many years ago, when he was very sick with a blood clotting problem. Knowing that this medication works so well by suppressing the immune system, I asked my parents about this drug before my mom added my dad to her appointment group. When you get a vaccine, you want the best immune response possible, so taking a medication that makes your immune system not work as well while you're getting a vaccine— that's probably not a good idea. My dad agreed with me, so he is holding off getting the vaccine until after the ten days on the steroid has passed & his immunity is back to normal. Out of curiosity, later on that night, I asked my dad if he would've thought of the impact of the steroid he's taking on his immune response to the new COVID vaccine on his own. He told me he definitely wouldn't have & he would've just gotten the vaccine on an earlier date, like my mom & I wanted him to. Feeling happy with myself for speaking up while trying to be humorous at the same time, I said something along the lines of, "See, sometimes having an immune- & germ-obsessed daughter can be beneficial!" If you'd like to read more about my experiences being a germaphobe, please feel free to go back & read my blog posts about how the coronavirus pandemic turned me into a "normal" person & how vestibular sensitivities effect my daily life. I then talked more about how he can thank my obsession with germs & the immune system, as well as my dog, Teddy for my knowledge about this steroid. If it wasn't for Teddy's illness, I wouldn't know so much about how this drug affects your body. That's when my dad said to me, "Everything about you is a blessing to me." No one's ever said that to me before, so my immediate reaction was that my dad was just being sarcastic again. I was sitting there talking about the immune system & my germaphobic tendencies, so hearing that that was a blessing really caught me off guard. I mean, I don't consider that a blessing to ME (it's so hard to live that way), so how could it be a blessing to someone else? Germaphobia is a BIG part of who I am. It turned out that my dad was being 100% truthful in that moment & wasn't being sarcastic at all. "Everything about you is a blessing to me." That was something I needed to hear. If you love me, tell me. If you're proud of me, tell me. If I look pretty, tell me. If I'm doing things right, tell me. If you love that design I just created, tell me. If everything about me is a blessing to you, tell me. I need to hear all those things & more. I've gone my whole life with terrible self-esteem & being super dependent on validation from others. Every positive thing you think about me: I need to know about it, I need to know how you feel. That's what keeps me going & I know that that's also why words of affirmation is my love language. What Are The Love Languages?:
The term love language refers to the way that a person prefers to express & receive love. While the term was first introduced to us by best-selling author, speaker, & marriage counselor Dr. Gary Chapman, the term is used more loosely today, referring to love that is expressed between romantic partners, family members, friends, & more. In Dr. Gary Chapman's best-selling book, The 5 Love Languages: The Secret to Love that Lasts, he proposed five specific love languages, which are:
If you'd like to learn more about the five love languages, you can visit Dr. Gary Chapman's love language website to take quizzes to learn more about yourself, as well as to take a look at other resources & videos he has available, all of which provide valuable insight. 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. 💙 And This Is The Story: The Week Of August 28th: One morning, my mom was coming home from walking one of our dogs when she heard scuttling coming from underneath the hood of my car. Thinking there must be an animal in there, she asked my dad to investigate. When my dad opened the hood of my car, there was a chipmunk inside. He yelled at it & scared it away. 🐿️ Sunday, September 3rd: My brother, who was home last weekend for my birthday, was waiting to take a walk with my mom & one of our dogs when he heard scuttling coming from underneath the hood of my car. Knowing that there was a chipmunk in there just a few days prior, he told our mom about it. She gave him my car keys & asked him to get rid of it. When he opened up the hood, there were at least four chipmunks in there. This time, the chipmunks were staring at him, seemingly unafraid & unwilling to move. My brother, afraid of the chipmunks, grabbed a broomstick from the garage to try to get them to leave. They scurried out. My dad also put some mothballs inside a little KFC takeout container which he put inside there to deter chipmunks from making the hood of my car their home in the future. 🐿️ 🐿️ 🐿️ 🐿️ Tuesday, September 5th: A couple days later, I was driving to & from my dog walking clients' houses & thought to myself, "There is a really strange smell in the car." Not confident enough in my ability to recognize the unpleasant smell of mothballs, that night, I asked my dad if the smell of the mothballs he put in the hood of the car could possibly effect the smell of the interior of the car. He replied that that is certainly a possibility & one that he thought of, too. Wednesday, September 6th: The next day, my dad told me that he investigated the smell inside my car & it's definitely not mothballs. He smelt the hood of the car & it doesn't smell. The interior of the car did smell though, so he asked me if I spilt anything inside the car, even if it was water. I told him that I definitely didn't spill anything in the car. The only thing I ever regularly consume in the car is water & it's always in a very tightly sealed water bottle that I'm sure didn't spill. I said to him, "I wonder if Mom drove the car & spilt something in it without telling us." That was the only thing I could think of because I know my mom has a tendency to spill things in cars. Then, I went on to say that it was a very strange coincidence that a couple of days after we found chipmunks in the hood of my car, the interior of the car smells. My dad agreed. I was pretty certain that the smell had to do with chipmunks & not with a spill. Friday, September 8th:
It was a super hot & humid day & I was driving to & from my dog clients' houses again. Between walking my own dog & walking my clients' dogs, I was super hot & sweaty. So, I put the car's air conditioner on maximum strength. I then started to notice the unpleasant smell in my car getting significantly worse. A thought went through my head: What if that smell isn't mothballs & there's actually a dead chipmunk lying next to the vents in the hood of my car?! NO, NO, NO! That better not be the case! That better not be! Well, I totally forgot to mention this to my dad by the time I got home. The reason why? The largest rainstorm I've ever driven in happened that afternoon on my drive home. Super stressful drive. It came on so suddenly & without any warning. One moment it was cloudy & the next, it was like I was driving through the middle of a hurricane. There was so much rain that I thought the water was gonna swallow up my car with me inside of it. I could barely see & I didn't think it was safe to pull over either because I didn't think anyone would see me if I did. Saturday, September 9th: The next morning, when I was about to take my dog for his walk, I noticed that the hood of my car was open. So, I asked my dad if he was still investigating the smell. Not surprisingly, he pointed to the backside of my vents & said, "There's a dead chipmunk in there, but I can't see it. I tried looking with the flashlight on my phone & can't see it, but I know it's in there." I KNEW IT. I asked him what we're gonna do about it. Do I have to drive around with a dead chipmunk inside the hood of my car for the rest of the time I drive that car? And most importantly, how are we gonna get the smell to go away? His response? We're not gonna do anything about it because if we can't see it, we can't get rid of it. It will stop smelling. Eventually. The most surprising thing he said though? The chipmunk was probably sick & dying & went in there because it was a nice, quiet place for it to die alone. Yeah, right. 🤦🏻♀️ When I told my mom about my chipmunk situation, she Googled what to do about a dead chipmunk inside the hood of your car. I mean, what else should the queen of Google do? An article she came across said that it can take many months for the smell to go away on its own & it suggested purchasing something called a dead mouse deodorizer. We purchased that from Amazon. 🐿️ Sunday, September 10th: The next afternoon, I had to drive to the next town over to meet my new cat sitting client. I had just barely left home when the world's most horrible smell came over me. I had walked my dog just before this, so yes, the A/C was on. And due to the humidity, it was on maximum. I quickly opened both back windows & put them as far down as possible. I seriously thought I was gonna vomit. The smell was a gazillion times worse than it had ever been before. I was so glad it hadn't started raining yet or I don't know what I would've done. I probably would've died. Or come close to it. By the way, my dad's story changed. Now, he told me that my brother only saw three out of the four chipmunks scurry away last weekend. One of them disappeared. That makes a lot more sense. A chipmunk did not in fact choose its dying place to be behind the vents inside the hood of my car. So, that means one of two things likely happened:
Sensory Sensitivities: Now, let me take a moment to tell you about the open windows in my car, as I mentioned above ↑. I can't tolerate open windows in a car, in a bus, in a ferry, in anything that is moving pretty much. Blowing air, breezes, wind, etc. They all bother me SO much. Convertibles, open air jeeps, etc.? Forget it! That's why I opened my back windows & not my front windows. You know when kids are little & they sit in front of a fan, going, "Ahhhhhhhhhh..." because they love how the fan changes the sound of their voices? I never did that because that would require me to sit in front of a fan. Sitting in front of a fan meant air blowing in my face. Nope, nope, & nooooope! I even had trouble in college with fans. The dorms when I was an underclassman were not air conditioned, so we depended on fans to keep the room cool in the warmer months. That was a problem for someone like me who is intolerant of fans. Also, I have all the vents in my car turned away from the driver's seat so that no air will blow on me while I'm driving. During times where I'm really hot, I have turned them back towards me briefly, just until I cool down before turning them away again. In fact, one time when my dad drove my car, he wondered why he was so hot & then he realized that the reason why was because all of the vents were turned away from the driver's seat! 💨 Monday, September 11th: Last night, a very close friend of mine took me out to dinner for my birthday. Just what I needed. I texted her the evening before to ask her if she could pick me up. I had no clients yesterday, so if I didn't have to drive to dinner, I wouldn't have to drive at all that day. Breathing in that horrible, vomit-inducing stench right before sitting down to dinner? I'd rather not. I mean, there's no good time for that, but right before a meal is an especially bad time for that. Tuesday, September 12th: I had three clients I needed to drive to today & I could barely smell the stench in my car. Could the stench have not been there at all & I'm just imagining it? Quite possibly. I'm still not convinced that this is the end though. There were days that the smell wasn't as bad & then it got bad again. I guess we'll just have to wait & see. Many autistic people have sensitivities to smell. Luckily, I am not one of them. But, being that I am so sensitive to blowing air, my sensory sensitivities did play a factor into how I am surviving this chipmunk situation. And that, everyone, is my story about autism & chipmunks. 🐿️ As my eighth grade school year neared its end, there was so much excitement & chatter among my classmates about high school. High school. Now those were two words I never wanted to hear. If you had asked me about anything having to do with high school that year, one of two things would have happened:
Throughout my life, each transition that I've experienced was harder than the one before. Now, I know why. Autism. We're known for having a tough time with change. Middle school wasn't a time that I would ever want to relive (I mean, who would?), but high school? Now that was terrifying. Eighth grade was the first time I ever had a male main subject teacher. My science & homeroom teacher, Gil, really took a liking to me. He gave me special treatment & gave me privileges that no one else in the class was allowed to have. He even intervened in situations where I didn't think it was necessary. He simply wanted to be there to take care of me. Being someone who didn't (& still doesn't) trust men, I considered myself pretty lucky to have had Gil be my first experience with a male teacher. He's retired now, but I've been able to reach out to him a few times since my college graduation to thank him for being so good to me. Anyway, Gil knew that I was nervous about going to high school, so he met my parents, my grandparents, & me one day over spring break to give us a personal tour. He used to work at the high school, so he knew it pretty well. My town was growing so fast, that the eighth grade needed to be moved to the high school for several years because there was no longer room for it in the middle school. By the time I entered eighth grade though, the grade had moved back to where it was supposed to be. I'm not sure how much that tour helped my transition to high school because just the idea of going to high school was SO upsetting. I knew I had no other choice because staying in eighth grade forever & skipping high school weren't viable options either. Having that love, care, & extra time from a teacher who could've been spending his spring break doing so many other things meant so much to my family & me. My First Day Of High School: Now, this is something I hate to admit, but on the first day of high school, as I was walking to the bus stop, there were big, ugly, fat tears that wouldn't stop forming. Like many parents, ever since I started school, my mom has always taken a picture of me on the first day. I couldn't pull myself together enough to take a picture that morning, so my mom took a picture of me after school instead. To this day, when I look at that picture, all I see is a sad, scared girl hidden behind the smile on her face. See below↓. On that particular morning, my next-door neighbor was looking out her front door at me walking to the bus stop, full of excitement for me. My neighbor was someone I have been very close to ever since I was a toddler, but I couldn't manage to turn to look at her for even a brief second because my face was so streaked with tears. Luckily, my mom could be my voice that morning, providing an explanation for my strange behavior which was completely embarrassing. What Exactly Was SO Terrifying?: There were three main things that were upsetting about going to high school.
I know that this is a very vulnerable & heartbreaking post, especially for those who know me personally. Please know that everything written in this post was written with my heart & soul & is absolutely true. School is very, very difficult for us autistics & my experiences are illustrations of why this may be. September 2nd, as well as the several days following it have been hard days for me ever since I can remember. The reason why? My birthday is over. It feels weird & inappropriate typing that out because what thirty-something-year-old still loves her birthday as much as she loved it when she was a child? 🙋🏻♀️ That would be me. This Is The Main Reason Why: My life is so isolating. Most of the time, I feel like I'm a fly on the wall. The whole world is going by & I'm just sitting there watching from a distance. I blame autism for my isolation. I have vivid memories of my maternal grandfather, my Gung-Gung, saying to me when I was a preteen & a teenager, "You're so pretty. If you would just talk more, you would have so many friends," & then giving me a squeeze. I don't remember what my response to him was, but I knew that while I completely agreed with him, doing that wasn't possible. I couldn't talk more. In fact, whenever I did talk, it caused panic & anxiety because I felt like I couldn't say the right things & I had a tendency to stumble over my words. Also, if I was ever wrong about something, I felt like my whole world came crashing down & I wanted to hide under a rock & never come out. This is probably also why my dad has told me multiple times that I'm always right. I only speak when I'm 1,000% certain that I'm right. This is why I never, ever, ever, ever raised my hand in class when I was in school. And those are also the reasons why I had such a hard time making friends as a child. When I had friends over when I was growing up, I got a sense of relief when they went home because I could finally relax & I would no longer have to be so tense over keeping a conversation going. Now I know that the reason for these struggles was that I was unknowingly autistic. Throughout my entire life, I have always either had just one friend or no friends at all. Sometimes, there was a group of friends that I was a part of, but whenever that was the case, I was always on the outside, never really fitting in & only truly being friends with one girl in the group. If they were gonna leave someone out, it would always be me. My ability to make friends hasn't changed since. My birthday is the one day out of the whole entire year where everything is about me. It's the one day a year where I feel like people remember that I exist. I hear from people I haven't heard from in 365 days, since my last birthday. Once my birthday is over, once September 2nd arrives, all of that stops & I go back to being a fly on the wall & feeling like no one remembers I exist. I wish I could feel like people loved & cared about me on days other than September 1st. My birthday celebration with my family is tomorrow, so luckily, the celebrating isn't over just yet. The Birthday Blues:
Believe it or not, the birthday blues or birthday depression is a pretty common experience. It is not a diagnosable mental health condition, but many people experience sadness in the days leading up to their birthdays. People experience it for many reasons, including but not limited to fears about aging & dying, not having people to celebrate with, having expectations that are not met, having experienced a traumatic birthday in the past, & not being in the place in life where they think they should be. For me, I don't experience these feelings in the days leading up to my birthday, which is the definition of the birthday blues. It is the days following my birthday that are the issue. Besides the issue that I described above, every year, there is at least one person who forgets my birthday who should have remembered. I also have experienced sadness the past several years around the issue of not being in the place in life I think I should be. I now know that this due to unknowingly being autistic, so now that I know this about myself, I can take the steps that are necessary to move forward in my life. Autistic Birthday Experiences: Autistic people experience birthdays a lot differently than allistic, or non-autistic people do, so before ending this blog post, let's talk about how I experience my birthdays now & how I experienced them as a child. Being The Center Of Attention: I've never liked this. This is why I was always glad that my birthday was at the very beginning of the school year, before they started announcing birthdays over the intercom. I need to get to a certain level of comfort with someone before I'm comfortable being wished a happy birthday by that person, so I'm not someone who likes everyone knowing when my birthday is. This is also why I stopped having birthday parties at such a young age & wanted to have weekends away with my family instead. I never liked the amount of attention I got at birthday parties, especially because I was never confident that my reaction or facial expression were gonna be appropriate in every situation (& to be honest, they probably weren't). Singing Happy Birthday: I never knew what my face should be doing at this part of a birthday party. Does my face look okay? Is now an okay time to smile, should I have a straight face, or a totally different expression I haven't thought of? And who should I make eye contact with? I never knew & everyone was looking at me, the birthday girl, so now wasn't the time to screw this up! Opening Gifts: I never liked surprises because I never knew if I was reacting to them appropriately. In fact, I remember saying to my mom once, "Don't you ever throw me a surprise party!" And she never has. When I said that to her, I didn't think she ever would, but I just wanted to make sure. With gifts, if I knew what it was ahead of time, I could try to prepare myself. I've always had this fear of not being able to hide when I didn't like the gift I just opened, but I also had a fear of looking like I didn't like something when I really loved it. I've often had a hard time matching my facial expressions to the way I really feel. I thought it would be good to start September off by looking back on everything that was covered during the month of August. Also, if you are new here, WELCOME! I am so glad to have you here! 💕 August's Blog Topics:
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. 💔💔 My dogs are a breed that requires grooming because they have hair that grows rather than fur that sheds. They typically go to the grooming salon every eight to twelve weeks. Now, those of you who don't have dogs might not be aware of this, but most grooming salons keep dogs in crates for hours until it is his or her turn to get groomed. Because of this, dogs are typically at the salon all day long. I think this is COMPLETELY UNACCEPTABLE. I've brought my ten-year-old dog, Teddy to the same grooming salon ever since he was a tiny puppy, so that's how my expectations of dog groomers were set. This particular groomer took dogs by appointment only & Teddy never took longer than an hour to be finished. Once I had two dogs, they took an hour & a half to be finished. Last year, this groomer who was located about thirty minutes away from us ended up relocating to a town that was another thirty minutes away from us. She later had to close down completely due to medical reasons. My Journey Finding A New Grooming Salon: This was no fun task, particularly for an undiagnosed autistic woman like myself who dislikes change & is extraordinarily picky when it comes to her dogs' care. Seriously, NO ONE can do it right. This is also why I rarely travel. I don't trust anyone to take care of my dogs. Grooming Salon #1: We tried this salon a little over a year & seven months ago when our groomer had COVID & our normal salon suggested we give them a call. They also suggested that we stay with them if we like them, but my response was, "No way, we like you too much!" We didn't know our groomer was planning to relocate at this point, but now them making this suggestion makes a lot of sense. The groomer there barely cut their hair even though I gave her a reference photo, so Teddy & Ollie walked out looking almost exactly the way they looked when they walked in. This salon typically keeps dogs there for way longer than I'm comfortable with, but because they knew we had anxious dogs & both my mom & I were stressed over it, they told us that they would get them done as quickly as possible, which they did. It only took two hours. I knew they couldn't do that if we were regular clients, so this salon wasn't an option. Grooming Salon #2: One of my dog sitting clients takes her dogs to this salon & it is run by appointment, like I am used to. I brought my dogs here a few times & while they looked super duper cute after their cuts, there were several things about this salon that made me a little uneasy:
Grooming Salon #3: This salon was a salon that I had preconceived notions about because I know a lot of people who bring their dogs here. I absolutely DID NOT want my dogs to get groomed at this salon because of how uncomfortable it made me. The reason I was so uncomfortable was because one of my neighbors told me that their dog took four & a half hours here. My neighbor's dog is only slightly larger than my boys, so how long it takes to groom her should be comparable. ⭐️⭐️ Once an autistic person has preconceived notions about something, it is absolutely impossible to change her or his mind! Many neurotypical people think this is stubbornness, but I can tell you it is not stubbornness. This is in fact autism at its finest & it makes me just as uncomfortable as it makes you. ⭐️⭐️ I'll never forget the day that my mom called me to tell me that she thinks we should bring the boys here for grooming. She was trying to convince me that this salon was just perfect. It was clean, well-decorated, & obviously very well taken care of. The woman she talked to was nice, friendly, & helpful. I was not convinced, but not only that, I was furiously mad. Remember, you can't change an autistic person's mind once (s)he has preconceived notions about something (see above↑)! My mom told me I should stop by to see it for myself because she was impressed. So, I stopped by on my way to my client's house who lives just down the street from this salon. Stopping by solidified my negative feelings about this salon. When I got there, it was super hectic, which didn't give me a good first impression. Hectic environments are always a turnoff for me (that's my autism speaking again). But, here's what really made me upset:
My Experience Taking My Dogs To Grooming Salon #3:
My experience taking my dogs to this salon was just horrible. I felt like I was the only one who felt this way though because almost everyone else I know who uses them just LOVES them. I'm used to this though & that's another autistic trait— my opinion often differs from everyone else's. I used to look forward to Teddy & Ollie having grooming appointments. They both looked so dapper afterwards! But, now I dreaded grooming days. I usually had knots in my stomach that started anywhere from a week before the appointment to a day before the appointment. I knew my dogs were crated here, which really bothered me. I know that small dogs like mine are safer in a crate, but what I wanted in a grooming salon was for it to be safe for my dogs to not be crated. Plus, I needed predictability & I never knew how long they were going to take. Predictably is very important to autistic people & unpredictability drives us crazy. I couldn't handle the unpredictability of bringing my dogs here. Also, I am so attached to my dogs that if I'm home & my dogs aren’t, I am very distraught. So, I needed a distraction the entire time my dogs were there. That wasn’t possible. I based my tip on how long my dogs took. If they took two hours or less, I gave a 20% tip & if they took any longer than that I gave a lower tip. Since I've always paid for both dogs, my mom has told me how much to tip. We've brought them here several times & they only took less than two hours once. That was the only time I gave the tip my mom suggested. I was always in such a bad mood on grooming days that it caused me to get into these really bad arguments with my mom & I would snap over the most minuscule of things. Thinking back, I think there wasn't a single time my dogs got groomed at this salon where this didn’t happen. I knew I couldn’t continue bringing my dogs here. It just wasn’t good for me, or for anyone. But, it was important to me that both dogs got groomed together & because of that, I had no other choice. I HATED it. This is a very good example of how I feel so unheard & like my opinion & my feelings don't matter. The fact that I downright HATED this salon didn't matter to my mom & that hurt. Finding Grooming Salon #4 😇: My mom called me one morning a little less than a week ago & said to me, "I found a grooming salon you'll LOVE! I know what you like & you'll love both the salon & the groomer here." Unlike the time she called me to tell me about Grooming Salon #3, the vibe I got from her that morning was completely different. I totally trusted my mom this time, so there was absolutely no convincing needed. But, she wanted to bring me & the pups to this salon to see it & to meet the groomer. This salon was perfect. I LOVEd the groomer, too. She also listened to us when we told her that the easiest way to tell our dogs apart is by their tails. The salon was clean & well taken care of. The groomer had her Cavalier with her that day, but also had a Bichon at home that she takes with her sometimes, too. We let Teddy & Ollie run around in the grooming area & they both looked happy. They were probably super confused as to why they were at a grooming salon & left without a haircut though. They both hate getting groomed! Our First Appointment At Grooming Salon #4: We went to visit the salon this past Wednesday & we booked an appointment for this morning, the following Tuesday. We also cancelled yesterday’s appointment we had scheduled for our dogs at Grooming Salon #3. I was beyond excited for that. The groomer brought her Bichon with her today because she remembered that I made a comment last week about how our dogs love other small, white dogs. She also knew which dog was Teddy & which one was Ollie immediately, so she remembered how to tell them apart by their tails. I gave her a reference photo of a haircut they had at our original groomer & they both came out looking super duper cute. Their hair wasn't cut short enough, but it usually isn't on a first visit to a new salon. That can be easily fixed though. How long did it take us to find this salon? Slightly less than a year & seven months. I'm hopeful that we'll continue to be happy here. Did almost no salon fit my needs because I'm autistic? I don't know, but I think that's quite possibly the case. That's also why I told you all this. To show you how being autistic can complicate someone's life & to show you just how frustrating & aggravating it can be. 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 thought it would be good to start August off by looking back on everything that was covered during the month of July. Also, if you are new here, WELCOME! I am so glad to have you here! 💕 July's Blog Topics:
During a phone conversation with a close family member this morning, I was asked about how my life is different now that my personality has been diagnosed. I was deeply hurt that I was asked this question. But, at the same time, I felt blessed. Out of everyone I have shared this diagnosis with, there has only been one person who has given me inappropriate reactions. From what I know about people who have come out as autistic, the more common response is for the majority of people to act like it's no big deal when they originally are told this information & then they proceed to treat you differently &/or shut you out of their life completely. "How Is Your Life Different Now That Your Personality Has Been Diagnosed?": My response was that my personality was not diagnosed because autism isn't my personality. It isn't anyone's personality because autism isn't a personality. I was then asked, "Well, if it's not your personality, then what is it?" "It's a disorder or a disability," I responded. I know many autistic individuals are going to disagree with my choice of words here. Depending on his or her own experiences, many people in the autism community believe that this is not true. Some people dislike that ASD stands for autism spectrum disorder because they don't think it's a disorder. Disorders imply that something is wrong, something needs to be corrected, &/or a cure is needed. Many autistic individuals don't believe that anything is wrong or that anything needs to be corrected, so there's nothing that needs to be fixed. I talk about this more in my blog post entitled I Desperately Want A Cure For Autism, But Most Autistics Disagree: This Is Why. I think autism is a disability because it has hindered my ability to get to where I want to be in life. What I Think My Life Would've Been Like If I Wasn't Autistic:
What Autism Is & Isn't:
Autism Is:
Autism Isn't:
What Personality Is & Isn't: Personality Is:
Personality Isn't:
My mom & I went to see Barbie this afternoon. I thought I would never, ever see this movie. My impression of this movie before knowing anything about it was that it was just a silly doll movie. Plus, I absolutely downright HATED Barbie growing up. My mom came home a couple days ago & told me she wanted to see this movie with me because she kept hearing people saying that it is a great movie for mothers & daughters to see together, it has great messages, & it has made them both laugh AND cry. I rolled my eyes, but agreed to go with her. Barbie & Me: At all of my birthday parties as a child, I would inevitably receive at least one Barbie doll. I mean, it was such a popular gift for a girl growing up in the 90's, but receiving one as a gift completely stressed both my mom & me out. I can still hear my mom right now: "When you open a Barbie at your birthday party tomorrow, remember to say thank you." Scripting was a common occurrence in my childhood. I didn’t know how to properly react to certain situations, so my mom had to prep me ahead of time. There was no gift I hated to receive more than Barbie. Now, picture an autistic girl trying to hide her disappointment in a gift that she knew she would inevitably receive, that she truly hated. That was HARD. Really HARD. If it wasn't for my younger brother who liked to play with my Barbies' hair & very inappropriately take her clothing off, my Barbies would never have even come out of their boxes to this day. 😂 😂 Why I Hated Barbie: I simply didn't know how to play with her or what to do with her. As I discussed in my blog post about autism gender differences & what autism looks like in females, one of the most common traits in both male & female autism is not knowing how to engage in pretend play. One difference between autistic boys & girls is that little girls are taught at very young ages to be little caretakers. They look at their moms, their friends' moms, & other important women in their lives who spend their lives caring for children. And they mimic their actions by doing the same things with their baby dolls & stuffed animals. I remember enjoying taking my baby dolls or stuffed animals out for stroller rides, feeding them pretend food, giving them baths or changing their diapers, & even pretending to nurse them. 😳 Boys are typically not taught these caretaking skills. So, it is much easier for outside adults to pick up on little autistic boys struggling with pretend play than it is for them to pick up on little autistic girls struggling with the same thing, who were taught these caretaking skills, like I was. This is one reason why more boys receive autism diagnoses than girls do & why boys tend to be diagnosed at younger ages than girls are. Because Barbie dolls aren’t the type of dolls that you play with by mothering, I just didn’t know how to engage in the type of pretend play that was required in order to play with them. In fact, I remember coming home from a friend’s house one day & proudly telling my mom that I successfully played with Barbies that afternoon. The reason why this made me so happy was because of how difficult playing with Barbies was for me. I didn’t enjoy playing with Barbies that day, but I still remember thinking that since I am a girl without a lot of friends, I wanted the friends I did have to like me & to have fun playing with me. I didn’t (& I still don’t) have an open mind about the kinds of activities I engage in, but I made a conscious decision that day to expand my boundaries in an effort to be fun for my friend to play with. Barbie, The Movie 🎥:
I got my hair cut this morning. While I just LOVE the end result of a haircut, I don't like the process of having it done. This Is Why:
Why Many Autistic Individuals HATE Having Their Hair Cut:
My mom & I took one of my dogs to my favorite Block Island beach today. This day was my ideal day. My perfect day. Sitting on the beach on a perfectly sunny, blue-sky day with my mom & my dog. My favorite alcoholic drink was in my hand. I could feel the warmth from the sun on my skin. This is summer. So, we try to get to this beach every year. The only thing that made it less than perfect was the traffic we were stuck in on our way there that made us nervous about missing the ferry. And my dog trying to scare the seagulls away. I mean, I don't like seagulls either (a seagull stole a hot dog right out of my hand many, MANY years ago), but trying to ignore them wasn't a possibility for my little Teddy. Going To The Beach Wasn't Easy When I Was Growing Up:
Walking on sand caused me to get motion sickness to the point where I actually had a lot of anxiety leading up to beach trips. I've always been intensely afraid of feeling dizzy. Still am. And walking on sand caused dizziness. Sometimes, it caused dizziness that was so bad, I couldn't stand up straight or I felt like I might fall over or collapse. The feeling of my feet sinking into the sand was never something I could tolerate. I was a hard surfaces only type of girl. This was a problem for me when I was a young child, but also when I was a teenager. Especially when I was a child, my family tended to go to the beach with other families. Mainly families of my younger brother's friends because sadly, I didn't have friends. Picture trying to keep up with boisterous young boys when you're trying to combat dizziness & everything that comes along with it. Luckily, the feeling subsided fairly quickly once we found our spot to set up on the beach. However, since my mom liked to scope out the BEST spot for us to set up, it sometimes required partially setting up somewhere & then moving to somewhere else, which was SO hard on me. I've always felt like due to my difficulties with motion, dizziness, & other sensory sensitivities, I unintentionally put a damper on my family's fun. Because of this, I'm pretty sure I never vocalized this fear to my parents. It would've caused even more anxiety, fear, & discomfort. I am so glad this is in the past & this is no longer something I need to deal with. I'm the type of person who could never live in the states in the center of this country because they don't have easy ocean access. I love the ocean too much! I went on a date today with a man I believe is autistic. We met on a dating app. He doesn't know that I think he's autistic & I haven't yet told him about my autism either. After matching on the dating app, we spent several weeks messaging back & forth & had a conversation on video chat before meeting in person. Unlike other women my age, I started experimenting with online dating when I was just nineteen years old. I mean,...
Video Chatting With My Date: My video chat with my date was slightly less than two weeks ago. A couple hours before the time we had picked to chat, I was freaking out, confided in my dad about it, & asked him what he thinks I should do. At this point, I was pretty certain this man was autistic. From his occupation to what he spends his free time doing to taking things I say or ask way too literally to admitting that social activities are downright exhausting. It seemed like every new thing I was learning about him was an autistic trait. I can't help but wonder, if I had matched with this man prior to learning that I am autistic myself, would I still have been able to pick up on these things so easily? I have learned SO much about autism over the past year. Anyway, this is the interesting part. I'm trying to word this carefully because I know other autistic people are stumbling their way onto this blog. But, the reason I was freaking out over this video chat was because this is an autistic man. Would he be too autistic for me? Too strange or weird? Yes, I am an autistic woman, but interactions with other autistic individuals actually make me shut down. I've always been this way. Ever since I first learned that I'm autistic, I have been immersing myself into autistic literature & have been reading books, memoirs, & blog posts written by autistic women, mainly women who were diagnosed later in life. Each woman has her own story, but there is one thing that all of these women have in common: they all enjoy spending time with autistic people & most of them have a group of autistic friends. I am the exact opposite of these women. Every autistic trait or quirk I exhibit is something I dislike about myself SO strongly that I don't want my friends or my significant other to exhibit those traits or quirks either. While it gave me comfort to know that getting rejected for my quirks probably wouldn't happen if I dated an autistic guy, this is why it was also so frightening. I really enjoyed messaging back & forth with him for the past week, but now it was time for me to find out: was he too much like me? And if he was, the idea of breaking that to him was really scary. I've been rejected my whole life & I know how much it hurts. So, this is what happened. We video chatted for almost an hour & a half & I still liked him. Not only that, but he reminded me of one of my cousins who is such a nice, sweet guy. If I ended up with someone like my cousin, that would be totally fine with me! Our First Date:
This is the second first date I have been on since learning that I'm autistic. It was to a mini golf & ice cream place, a location that was comfortable for me, since I am still taking COVID precautions & feel uncomfortable being in close contact with someone who I don't know really well. He texted me that he was there when I was just a couple minutes away. When I got there, I saw him sitting on the steps of the ice cream shack. He was wearing a plain tee & corduroy long pants. My first thought was that he must be sweltering because it's in the 90's. Corduroy is something I would only wear in the cooler months. I was wearing a lacy spaghetti strap top & jean shorts, so in my opinion, the two of us looked like we belonged in two very different climates. He got up & shook my hand when he saw me, but I wished he gave me a hug instead. I'm a hugger, not a handshaker. The mini golf portion of the date was great! We chatted as we made our way along the golf course. The woman who we paid for a game of mini golf offered us a score card, which we didn't take because neither of us are competitive. He understood me in ways that no one else did. Mainly things having to do with not having a desire to have social interaction be a part of my life. I guess that's one positive thing about dating another autistic individual. After we finished our game of mini golf, we got some ice cream from the ice cream shack. I got English toffee soft serve. I always get flavored soft serve if I can because so few places offer that. He got an orange soda float. He was gonna stand in the corner, near the window where we picked up our ice cream to eat, but I suggested we get a table & sit down instead. Much more comfortable & way less awkward. Once we sat down, he wouldn't stop talking. Not only that, the conversation was going in a direction that just didn't interest me. He was telling me about courses he took in college & was asking me about mine. I just didn't care to listen or to talk about that & it went on for HOURS. I graduated from college ten years ago & strongly disliked the majority of my experience that I've tried to put it out of my brain. We'll talk more about that on another day though. I felt so far removed from what he was asking me that I just didn't remember the answers to most of his questions. I'm only a year or two older than him, so we were in college at the same time. Other topics of conversation came up in the middle. My dogs for example & the fact that I used to have bunnies before them. But, those topics of conversation were very short-lived & we kept going back to the same unenjoyable conversation topic. After meeting him in person, I was certain he was autistic, but he also reminded me less of my cousin than he did previously. In fact, this date was more than two hours longer than I wanted it to be because I just couldn't figure out a way out or how to get him to stop talking! Do I think he's the right person for me? No, I don't, because if I did, I don't think I would've wanted this date to end so badly. This is one of my experiences dating as an autistic woman. Dating as an autistic individual is very, very difficult &... This Is Why:
Happy Independence Day! Due to the holiday, we're gonna spend some time today talking about the difficulties that fireworks can pose on autistic individuals & their families. For many people, fireworks are magical & fascinating, filling up the night sky with mesmerizing colors & patterns. The perfect way to cap off a fun day full of patriotic festivities, whether spent at a picnic, a barbecue, the beach, or by the pool. However, this isn't the case for everyone. One of the groups of people fireworks can effect negatively are autistic individuals. My Personal Experiences With Fireworks: As a child, I didn't have the sensory sensitivities that autistic children stereotypically have. Because I was generally not bothered by most sounds or lights, fireworks didn't bother me the way that they typically bother many other autistic individuals. However, going to firework displays was still an incredibly traumatic experience for both me & my family. The reason for this was simply the time of day that fireworks happen. Obviously, fireworks happen at night, but due to the dizzy spells I endured from the time I was six years old until I was seventeen years old, I would almost always have one of those dizzy spells whenever we went to see fireworks. Dizzy spells were often triggered by tiredness, so they were much more likely to happen during nighttime activities than during daytime activities. This made nighttime activities, including something as simple as going out for dinner, very stressful for me & my family. I constantly felt like I was ruining my family's fun because of something I could not control. So, I often found myself trying to hide my dizzy spells for as long as I possibly could & being afraid of telling my parents that I could feel a dizzy spell coming on. If you would like to read more about my experiences with dizzy spells, I go into more detail about them in my previous blog posts about the coronavirus pandemic & about vestibular processing. As an adult, my after-dinner routine consists of taking a shower, getting in my pajamas, & then snuggling up with my two dogs for the rest of the night. In fact, most nights, I'm in my pajamas prior to 8:30pm. The idea of going out into a crowd of people, being eaten alive by mosquitos, being away from my dogs, & not being able to wash off the germs of the day until late at night sounds incredibly unappealing, in most situations, except if I was visiting family from out of town or vice versa or if I was at Disney World or someplace where the fireworks display was absolutely spectacular. Fireworks Are Fun!
Some autistic people really enjoy fireworks & being someone who finds fireworks enchanting & magical, I am one of them! What I don't like about fireworks is the fact that due to the time they happen, they are extremely disruptive to my nightly routine. Plus, it's so much hassle to get there & there is so much waiting involved for a display that is usually relatively short. But They Can Be Painfully Loud... And I really mean this. I am not an autistic person with auditory sensitivities, but to some autistic people, this can be incredibly overwhelming. Even though to you, the sound is far away in the night sky, your autistic loved one may be hearing it as if the fireworks are exploding in his or her own ears. ...And Painfully Bright! Yes, fireworks can actually hurt. All of the bright sparkles that make fireworks look so cool & awe-inspiring, as well as the strobe-like effects they create, can cause big problems for autistic people. Once I outgrew my childhood dizzy spells, which were often triggered by certain frequencies of lighting, I no longer had sensitivities to lights. Many autistic people hate bright lighting, making fireworks an overwhelming & difficult experience for them. Just like certain frequencies of lighting triggered my childhood dizzy spells (which likely were a migraine or a seizure variant), these same types of lighting can trigger seizures in autistic people, something many autistic people struggle with. While I've never heard of someone having a seizure due to an overload of fireworks, merely knowing the effect that certain types of lighting has on certain people can be very overwhelming & cause a lot of anxiety for them. The Crowds & The Music Are Loud, Too! Firework displays always include people & almost always include music. Loud voices & loud music can be just as hard on autistic ears as fireworks are. Also, because of our difficulties being able to read people's tones of voice, it can be hard for some autistic people to tell the difference between voices raised due to excitement from voices raised due to anger. This gives us a whole other level of anxiety that neurotypical people do not experience. Weather Sensitivities: Another consideration to take into account is the weather. Some autistic people cannot tolerate humidity. Others have sensitivities to water, so they would have issues if it's raining. Personally, I have an issue with raindrops touching my face, so I'm always shielding my face from rain! How You Can Help:
I thought it would be good to start July off by looking back on everything that was covered during the month of June. June Highlights:
On a completely different note, if you are new here, WELCOME! I am so glad to have you here! 💕 June's Blog Topics:
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