There are two things that I really don't like about my particular style of neurodivergence.
The first is I have no sense of direction. I look at the names of streets that I've driven on and been around for years and I cannot tell where they are in relation to my current location.
Oh, the water boil order is for people in the I-240 loop, but south of I-64. Sure. I have no idea what that means.
The second thing is the clumsiness. I run into things, drop things, trip over things, all the time. I wear shoes even around the house because otherwise I'd break my toe nails more often. Just getting up and trying to start walking is a challenge because I almost always start to tip over before I catch myself. No, it isn't an inner ear disorder or a blood pressure thing; I've been tested.
I have gotten really good at falling in a way that doesn't hurt much.
Both of these are things I have always struggled with no matter how hard I try to "fix" them. I try and I try but I still can't function like a normal person.
I say "normal" even knowing that isn't the case because I have internalized self-hatred over it. I've come to terms, more or less, with my shitty memory, but these two things just cause me to break down in tears sometimes.
I try.
I really try.
I feel like people don't think I try even though nobody in my adult life as told me that.
I do try.
I try so hard.
My wife never makes fun of me for it. She's very supportive. She compensates when she can. She's always the navigator when we go on trips.
But I feel like it should be easy. I feel like there is a trick I haven't discovered, yet.
We talked to my mom earlier this week and she was talking about someone with a profoundly autistic child who isn't getting them the care they need and is actively denying they need help at all.
My wife mentioned that I was on the spectrum and my mom hand-waved it away. She doesn't understand the diversity of autism and how different people have different aspects of it and to varying degrees. If you aren't nonverbal and unable to look at a person, you are fine.
She admits I had ADHD but erroneously said Autism and ADHD are part of the same diagnosis. They are often co-morbid, but they are very different.
My wife was excited to tell my mom about my diagnoses because I better understand why I am the way I am, I have found a community on the fediverse that I can relate to, and I am learning to accept myself as not broken.
But my mom doesn't understand any of that. It's primarily why I've never talked to her about it in the first place which I wish I had told my wife before she brought it up to my mom.
As a bonus positive thing, I've been effectively using my autism ability for analysis and preparation to compensate for my ADHD scatterbrain in some scenarios.
Problem: Don't forget to clean out the fridge in the garage when you get back from running errands. Don't forget to drink water while working in the garage.
Solution: put the garbage can in the middle of the garage so I will see it when the door opens and not pull in.
Leave the garbage can full so I have to empty it immediately.
Which will make me go inside to get more bags.
Which is where I left my Yeti bottle full of water so I would remember to take it back out into the garage so I would drink water while working.
Perfect.
Edit: added hashtags.
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