Something happened that Iâm still trying to understand - both what happened and how it made me feel. I was sat in one of my teachersâ office, when someone in the year above me made a playful comment to him. I didnât understand if he was joking or not so after he left, I asked the teacher. There was another girl in the room, also in the year above, who laughed when I asked him this question. I donât think it was in a mean way and I am still very confused. (For context, she is a stud so obviously there were âbutterflies in my tummyâ because sheâs fit, and additionally I am similar to her girlfriend appearance-wise).
I donât mind when people who Iâm close to laugh at me when I donât understand a social cue, because I know theyâre laughing because they find it endearing. But when itâs someone I donât interact with besides seeing them in the corridor, I donât understand whatâs happening. I spoke to one of the teaching assistants about it and she said that maybe she thought I was joking, or that sheâd realised I was autistic and also found it endearing. Iâm still unsure.
I think it raises an interesting point though about how high masking, medium support needs autistic women are viewed by people who arenât close enough to see them unmasked.
Part of my masking is I intentionally make sure I look feminine and somewhat glamorous when I leave the house - in part because it makes me feel good about myself but also because people are less likely to see me as the vulnerable, gullible, easy-to-manipulate autistic girl that I am when they see eyelash extensions and short skirts.
Itâs interesting because no matter how blatantly my needs are stated or how obvious I make my confusion, people will always see me as the âmanic pixie dream girlâ autistic and not the âneeds changes explained to me 5 times to understand what is happening and another 5 times to process itâ autistic, or the âholes in my bedroom wall from throwing things and headbangingâ autistic.