This week I got diagnosed with autism ... (the type that would have been called Asperger's before but has now been renamed to include all types - which I don't like & think purposely hides the increase in severe cases where often young adults cannot talk, are in nappies, in pain etc & who often regressed after vaccines from neurological damage - under the blanket term, which doesn't help any of us 😞)
That said I have seen many say that 'high functioning' autism (Asperger's) is jumping on the bandwagon of wanting to be diagnosed with autism or doing it for the attention...
And you know what, they are right. 😊
As in jumping on that bandwagon finally something has made sense of all the struggles, failures, and 'negative traits' (called various things from angry, violent, stroppy, moody, anxious, stressy, controlling, rude, blunt, loner, shy, having no friends, weird, too sensitive) in my life, starting from my childhood. And I'd appreciate the attention for a minute to read my feelings on this diagnosis... 😘 after that I'm still just me, treat that as you want. x
It makes sense of the things that I genuinely couldn't cope with and so I felt weak, pathetic, lazy or stupid and wanting to know what the fuck was wrong with me as I couldn't do these supposedly normal and easy tasks... 😞
Of course many people will have some autistic traits, even several during stressful periods... but it's having them *all* in various ways, not coping with them and so having damaging effects on your life that's the difference. (A bit like your not 'a bit' pregnant when you feel sick on some mornings or have tender boobs! 🤣 You just have one symptom of pregnancy)
Maybe people who know me will say oh yes, of course I can see that, or maybe they just see the high masking woman who will please others and chat to anyone. Sometimes putting on as much of a performance as Dave at a gig, often at the expense of her own comfort and energy levels 🤔
If they know me well they see I go home exhausted after gigs, often to the point of not being able to talk properly & find the right words - barely able to function.
It's not that I don't enjoy chatting to people, as I do, just I often find trying to think, understand jokes or even the intention behind something, to concentrate on the conversation and not put my foot in it or say something weird. (Have you noticed I can just start rambling on about something irrelevant 😬) Then especially when there's music in the background, others talking and flashing lights it can make it even more overwhelming! (It's me that's set the lights to the floor & the ceiling and who stops the strobes 😬)
Often I get a full, pounding head feeling and can start to lose concentration by just having a conversation. It's not that I don't want to talk, it's just it gets too much sometimes. x
Apparently I score very high in masking. 🤔 (Masking, being I will do what I think is appropriate and seen as normal to others, even against my own needs)
But if you think its just something to 'put up with and ignore'... have you ever been to the shops to get a few things on a list, when you couldn't easily find what you wanted, got stressed with the environment (music, people shouting, lights, too many people walking 'at' you on the pavement), not being able to see for looking what you need (its like the aisles are a jumble of thoughts and distractions), then forget what it was you wanted, look at your list again, try to think where it would logically be (so you can get there ASAP as you don't want to browse), then done something clumsy such as misjudge the escalator or say something that didn't make sense or tell some random stranger what you're doing 😬 (so people look at you weirdly), then struggled to stay concentrated on what you are doing there in the first place and not have an anxiety attack, having to take both rescue pastilles and say a mantra to stay calm, (and/or find someone to talk to!) ... to get home and then just collapse on the sofa crying as you can't do a simple task by yourself. Then massively struggle to compose and re focus yourself to continue with going out, even hours, later, or even simply doing a task such as cooking dinner that day? Being on the verge of tears when you do...
While thinking "don't be so pathetic, what's wrong with you, normal people can do this alongside their day job in their break and you're a waste of space crying on the sofa as something simple was too much for you? Pull yourself together" ... and when you realise you can't, you just feel even more broken and useless. 😞
(It's why I do lots of online shopping and only plan to go to one, or maybe 2, shops at a time which are always near easy to access car parks, on roads and places I know, and then only on the days I feel I can cope... walking round like an average man shopping - being as quick and productive as possible while following a planned route! 😁)
Despite the fact I had taken online tests for Asperger's almost 20 years ago and got a really high score, I'd assumed my struggles since was 'just' brain injury as it clearly became worse after my brain surgery, but in finding out that even mild brain injury will make autism harder to mask, that and hormonal changes 😬 (which I've had issues with throughout my life and can't take synthetic hormones etc either - Dave said they sent me crazy!! 😬)
... and after all I couldn't have autism as I actually like going out and talking to people (in fact I can talk to people incessantly, plus rather too fast, especially when stressed) and know I am hyper empathetic 😬
Again I found out that this one sided talking and enjoying going out can be an autistic trait when combined with ADHD ("what? I can't be ADHD! I like sitting down too much! 😁 Oh wait, I have piles of unfinished tasks all around the house🙈, hobbies that I've not finished, what feels like 100 tabs open in my brain, and when I sit down I think of all the things I need to do! - Only to forget them when I get up🙄 - & apparently I showed the assessor several female ADHD traits at my assessment"😳)
... and that hyper empathy is actually very common in autistic women. (It's mostly men who are the 'traditional autistic' un-empathetic types)
I can't watch any violent or hospital films or even news clips as I literally feel like I'm the one being shot or dying, and I can often tell people's mood state by just looking at them as they walk in a room. (I've done that since a kid, be warned 😂)
I've also been told I have anxiety and depression since I was a teen... PTSD since my surgery. When I was in hospital I was asked was I 'normally this stressed.' (I even walked out of there twice the day after surgery when I was still completely off balance, as I just couldn't cope in the ward and was given a silent side room to sit in for a while to cry!)
Despite all this, for years I have been simultaneously torn between not wanting to put a label on something (which I hate!) and getting that label so I, and others, can finally understand who I am and that when I walk away and go and sit by myself they realise I'm not upset or angry with them, nor being rude, but am probably just overloaded and need to calm my brain.
"Maybe my almost practitioner level learning of various natural remedies, my doula training childbirth knowledge, my constant book supply on self improvement, as well as the hobbies I hyper focus on for months then just disappear, wasn't something every mother did?" 🤔🤣
Um...I've eaten porridge every morning for probably the best part of 30 years (apart from a year of having smoothies phase!) ...just changing if it's plain, with fruit or cocoa - in rotation. I still like it.
Maybe seeing the lights flickering when I worked in shops as a teen was never normal, high pitched talking in crowds isn't usually exhausting, that drum & bass music is not really 'murder music' - despite the fact I feel I'd kill someone to turn it off! 😬 Oh and can't everyone smell someone's perfume from 20 metres away or next doors fabric conditioner on their washing on the line and wants to gag? and dont get me started on Lynx. 😁... I even bought a non toxic perfume recently and couldn't physically wear it as I felt sick, even when I washed my wrists after spraying it. 😂
I've always felt these things, but boy have they got harder since my brain surgery 😞 I could cope with it before my brain tumour surgery, but between that and perimenopause it means I cannot. The mask has fallen off...
And as you can tell... I like explaining myself. 😁 I can't easily just let something go knowing someone misunderstands me. Although I'm learning I often need to do this as quite often they won't, as they are simply not able to see another's view and that's not my issue. But I so struggle when someone is doing something I feel is wrong. (I can't listen to the news for my own sanity as the world is a lying, fucked up, manipulative state! If I do, sometimes even just hear a little, I get severely depressed and have to pull myself back out of it 😞)
Now the positives 😊... I actually feel I'm good at organising a task I enjoy. I've redesigned both my front and back garden (digging up over 250 bags of soil so the boys could build Dave's office and I could have a nice garden area last year, and designed & helped concrete edge a path and bike park in the very overgrown front garden this year) and planned everything in order to minimise moving soil, using all the materials we had (I had it so the path I built used the exact amount of slate we already had) and making it aesthetically pleasing to me, with a bit of quirkiness!
Yet while I'm doing something I'm enjoying, I forget to drink, only eat when someone calls me in, barely remembering to use the loo until I'm desperate! Covered in a mix of mud, sand and concrete for hours until I finish and suddenly the feeling of being covered in gunk is overwhelming and I need a shower 'now' as I'm getting really grumpy, while simultaneously realising I actually can't stand properly as I've totally overdone it, worn myself out and am starving! 😞
On my cognitive tests I had after my brain surgery, I was superior in visual processing, hence why I think I could see the exact design I wanted and replicate it to even the right ground level of soil! 😁
Yet tell me to dust and hoover the lounge and I procrastinate for days... Sorting that pile of no longer needed items after a tidy up... Make it months. If things 'need' to go to various places, not just the bin, it's just far too much ... so they stay there. Until I have a blitz on the house and do it all in one day! 🤣
Anyway... things have finally started to make sense. Maybe the neuro team were right that I dont have any obvious signs of a brain injury, maybe my nervous system and regulation has just always been a bit different and there's a reason why I've always been called the black sheep & need do things my own way, as I process things differently to many.
I don't have any faults, I'm just me!
