I can’t speak for anyone else but for me, being autistic is being the one that’s left out of the group every single time
It’s being the wallflower, the ghost, that one unremarkable person that no one would miss if they were gone
Being autistic and interacting with coworkers and friends and supervisors is like trying to solve a puzzle that has no reference picture
It’s like trying to solve a formula with a bunch of different factors such as social cues, tone, body language, eye contact, loudness, etc.
I’m trying to figure out how to solve for x but I can’t even figure out what y is, and I’ve never been good at math
I could read every book on social interactions, and still be unable to know when it’s my turn to talk because my brain isn’t wired that way
My brain was wired to live in my own fantasy land, in my middle earth. It was not meant to handle the stress of work plus socializing
Today I felt like everyone hated me because I cannot figure out what someone’s tone means. Is she joking with me, or is she mad?
My brain makes me feel like people pour poison about me onto other’s ears, behind my back, like how Claudius poisoned Hamlet’s father
I’ve had therapists that would tell me to just simply talk to people and ask them to hang out, as if it were that simple.
Alas, if only they knew that for me that feels like taking a dive into the fires of Mountain Doom! That the mere thought makes me shiver
I am autistic. And I’m proud to be autistic. But it is hard to exist in a world that was not designed for me, and I’m tired
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