Today I did a hard thing.
I spoke to my HR manager about getting some reasonable adjustments at work.
It went really well. They were fine with me minimizing noise levels whilst concentrating, and with me using the same computer every time I’m in work.
I feel so happy and elated. If it weren’t for my upset stomach I’d be happy stimming so much right now!
I’m proud of myself for having done this really hard thing. It was a challenge to actually communicate whilst talking to the HR manager, but I managed it, and I’m happy that I got what I wanted. I’m still learning about myself though.
I just went out on my lunch break to buy some food and all at once it hit me. This, wave, of understanding hit me.
And now I can see things in my life a little bit more clearly.
Having just spent 6 hours sat at my desk, doing the same repetitive actions, going outside disrupted the routine, and comfort of my world, and it was because of this that I suddenly realised why parts of my life are so difficult, and why I do the things I do to cope.
I realised I was overwhelmed by the outside because there were too many unknowns and too many things for me to see, and smell, and feel, and hear, and experience and for the first time I actually understand why those things are overwhelming to me. Partly it’s because they’re unknown, unknowable, unexpected, things that could be good or bad, but it’s also partly because my brain is a chaotic whirlwind of thoughts, emotions, and feelings and adding to that makes me feel out of control.
This isn’t some revolutionary discovery that will “change the way autistic people look at the world forever!” it’s just something that will make my life a little bit easier, and that’s a huge comfort to me.
I used to think my dislike of unknowns was limited to “big” things, or things that involved a lot of travelling or things that were “important” (interviews etc.) but I’m starting to realise that it expands to my whole life. My dislike of the unknown is all encompassing and is as pervasive as the bone-chilling wind, on a stormy, winters day.
It’s why I’ve realised that I need to stim and why I need routine. They’re like breathing air for me. They allow me to take hold of my silly, topsy turvy, messed up, unknowable world and make some sense of it. They allow me to hold things still enough for me make out what’s going on.
My life is a merry-go-round that never stops spinning and let me tell you, it’s one hell of a ride.