Also given I’ll be tooting about the topic, I feel I better add a disclaimer to my bio that the puzzle piece in my username is unrelated…

… I mean, it’s completely related since it’s my current special interest, but it’s not related in THAT way.

So I saw a couple of things about how autistic folk who have been masking without realising for a very long time tend to dissociate a lot from their bodies to cope with overwhelming sensory information, and that it can be beneficial to consciously try to listen to your body more, a little at a time.

Anyway I’m rediscovering all kinds of sensations and it’s A LOT. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised but yeah, it’s no wonder I had to switch off to cope. A middle ground would be nice.

Um, holy fuck, it seems like most of my childhood memories are linked to senses? I just remembered SO MUCH about my first year of primary school! I was feeling chilled so I tried to imagine a time when I was warmer, cue a memory of summer in the playground and then a flood of connected memories came!

Bonus: the memory of being warm helped! I don’t really understand but maybe my memory isn’t as bad as I thought, I just don’t know how to use it?

Just so many things clicking into place, like “how come everyone else can look forward on a bright sunny day and I can’t?” There’s hundreds of little things like that and suddenly I have an answer for all of them.

It’s simultaneously like I’m knowing myself better than ever, but at the same time it’s so huge a change in perspective of myself I feel like I have no idea who I am. There’s maybe some version of me that can know who they are in the world? That’s wild and scary.

Learned that sympathy and empathy are not the same thing and I’ve only kind-of been performing one and feeling the other. Which is like, okay sure, yes it’s mind blowing but add it to the list or whatever.

What is not okay are that one place’s definition of one matches others’ definition of the other and vice versa. And then there is affective empathy vs cognitive empathy and all the terms and definitions are just put in a blender.

Fucking standardise your shit, society!

Like, I think sympathy is something I perform as an immediate response to stuff, but it turns into deep empathy given time and thought? It takes less time if it’s something I’ve experienced before (first hand or with someone close).

When someone says something rough and others are like “I feel bad for you” I’m usually at “I don’t understand yet but I want you to know I care about you so I’ll say I feel bad for you because that’s what people who care do.”

My main feelings at the time are ones of distance and sadness at the distance- that someone I care about is out of reach and I can’t understand or help them.

Plus the usual “wait fuck what is this some new social test? Quick, act like a human, how would a human act right now?”

Fucking hell recalling this kind of story and it sounds like such cliché autistic stuff. It’s fucking wild how I’m only now realising it.

If I’d ever just taken five minutes to examine my life with a “Autistic maybe?” lens I’d have figured it out in no time. 🙃

It lets me really feel like I don’t have to be so sheepish about my quirks.

“Why don’t you like beans on toast?”
BECAUSE BEANS ARE FUCKING WET AND TOAST IS FUCKING DRY. WHAT KIND OF MONSTER ARE YOU TO THINK THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO TOUCH IN ANY PLACE BUT MY TUMMY?!

I mean, I’ll probably not be quite so harsh lol, but there’s a new confidence in myself I never had ❤️

But yeah seriously, every time someone talks about how they have focused so much on trying to seem like they are paying attention as a normal person that they didn’t notice what was being said, I feel so connected and real.

And then the shame of feeling like you’re lying by smiling and nodding as if you understand? Ugh I’m just not going to sweat it anymore. I’ll listen my way or not at all. 💪

First of all, meals at home: I was expected to clear the plate, and wasn’t allowed to leave my seat until I did. I would spend literal hours poking at peas with a fork (genuinely doing my best to try and make myself eat, but you can’t do what you can’t do).

My parents did not have the patience to oversee me for that kind of time, so when they left the room I’d sneak little bits off my plate and into the bin. I did it gradually because I was a cunning kid!

Sometimes I’d get caught and yelled at or worse, but I kept doing it for any meal I couldn’t stomach. For the most part I just got really good at wasting meals my mum cooked. (Sorry mum!)

But that’s not the interesting part of the story, see my mum also made my packed lunches, so I had complete adventures disposing of sandwiches I didn’t like.

At first, I used the bin at school. This worked for a while but I think a teacher found them a couple of times and started looking out for who was doing it, so my parents found out. From then on I had to bring home evidence that I’d eaten the sandwiches: a display of my lunchbox including the used cling film. Easy to do but there was no bin between my house and school, but there were people’s gardens, bushes, flower beds, the woods.

I left uneaten sandwiches EVERYWHERE!

Buuuut after a while I started feeling guilty, plus it felt like such a big risk. If anyone started to talk about sandwiches appearing everywhere then my parents would know it was me, I had to do something else.

So I started unwrapping my sandwiches and hiding them under my bed.

Look in my defence I was a child, I didn’t know what would happen, just that they were hidden.

So obviously my bedroom starts to smell, my mum decides to clean it and finds a pile of mouldy food under the bed.

From then on, I had to have one of the school dinner ladies watch me eat during the lunch break. But I still couldn’t make myself eat things I didn’t want to, eventually they got tired of spending the whole break waiting for me to eat something I wasn’t going to eat, I went back to binning sandwiches I didn’t like, and everyone just kind of accepted it I guess.

So I’m watching a lot of autistic tiktok compilations now because they are free piles of human connectivity just for me, but there is a problem.

In a few there is something I’d describe as a sort of autistic expressiveness. It’s super authentic, sincere, unreserved, and even joyful, in a way that is very clearly NOT neurotypical - and I have a bad reaction to seeing it. I feel so uncomfortable, “😱 oh no, you’re not supposed to be like that!”

My reaction is clearly some internalised unpleasantness that I didn’t know I had. It probably played a big part in me not realising I was autistic by making me averse to something so beautiful that I wasn’t allowed.

I thought I’d unlearned the “be normal” rule years ago but there’s still a lot of work to do.

Just to say it and be clear, I don’t like seeing autism as a disorder rather than just a different neurotype.

And frankly, it’s really bizarre that it is treated like a miserable condition by neurotypical people who will get tired of their favourite song if they listen to it on a loop for too long. 😛

Simple example: “Please fill the kettle.”
“How much?”
“A cup for each of us grown-ups.”
*task is performed, and then later;*
“Why didn’t you turn the kettle on?”

You didn’t say to do that! Besides surely if you wanted it boiled immediately you’d have said “boil water” not “fill the kettle”!

I’m not exactly like this now, but only because I have a lifetime of stumbling into this kind of thing. For anything new though, it’s going to happen still.

Overall, it’s definitely a lot, and I am very aware that when I’m actually listening to my body I look pretty uh… well, let’s just say it’s not something you get in the habit of doing when you’re masking.

However, alongside the rougher parts there was really beautiful stuff too, there were little spots of rain that looked like diamonds as they hit the concrete just before fading. I’m glad I’m rediscovering my senses.