Making this post its own thing so I don't derail any conversations by high support needs autistics who already get talked over enough (listen to high support needs autistics and people with cognitive and intellectual disabilities. Intersectional solidarity yesterday.)
It's really weird being medium support needs, tbh. Because, like, here's the thing. I know all the therapy and shit I got as a kid was designed to break me and remake me into something that could work a job. And I have a love/hate relationship with the fact that it, on the most pragmatic level, worked.
Because on one hand, yes, I'm employed. And on the other...the actual literal psychological torture that it took to make me this way made me every kind of dysfunctional. I can't work on any task that falls even slightly out of the workflow I've built for myself. I lose hours to meltdowns because of minor procedure changes (meltdowns which look like panic attacks, because that's one of the big things they forced onto me, that things that look like meltdowns are unacceptable). I regularly have coworkers who support me pull me aside to explain that I have once again socially clowned on myself (thank you Hannah and Tiffani you are real ones). I regularly get in trouble for not understanding things that were not explained to me, even when I repeatedly remind people I need things as explicit as possible. I forget things. Dear god, do I forget things. I've spent nearly as much of my life in autistic burnout completely incapable of working as I have actually employed.
And I think about it a lot because there's a low support needs person in my department. (She told me herself she was autistic, shortly after she was hired. It's not my place to disbelieve her, and I believe fakeclaiming is inherently bigoted.) Maybe I should say was, because she got promoted to head of a different department three months after she joined us. She's completely indistinguishable from a neurotypical person, to the point that she reads to me as a threat. I know workplace ableism favoring her is not her fault, just like I know it's not my fault, but it doesn't make it hurt any less.
I don't quite know where I'm going with this, really. Maybe I don't follow enough other medium support needs folks. Maybe I'm not trying enough.
Or maybe I'm just feeling a normal kind of upset and traumatized about being tortured as a child.











