tbh it's frustrating to think back to the aftermath of past meltdowns for analysis because I had nod idea what they were, so I was just trying to block them out as much as I could and just push through. Bad for me then because that is not healthy, bad for me now because it means little memory of what I was actually experiencing.

Another day of thinking "gee it sure would have been great to know sooner that I am autistic"

Behavioural approaches lack compassion *inherently*.

If your goal is only about changing behaviour then you aren't treating anything. You are bending a person until they *appear* to be what you want, with no regard to the internal effect this has.

With autism, at the very best this trains people to mask at the expense of less understanding of themselves, loss of agency, and just a fuckload of trauma.

There's a paradox of autistic people writing really long and specifically detailed messages to one another, in a world where the overlap between autism and adhd is so massive.

It's funny but it seems to work out just fine so long as the people conversing are invested in the conversation. I have a theory that this is an ancient form of encrypted communication.

Also, spoons are just cool. I learned how light bounces by looking at spoons.

Okay I know I've gone off topic so I'll stop. Just, think about it though, spoons!

Decided to skim my twitter archive to see if I ever mentioned anything autistic and YUP.

looking back I used to say I fainted or almost-fainted pretty often... past Sophie, darling, those are meltdowns.

I do think it's pretty funny that after having a meltdown I jokingly said "I was allowed to take my mask off for a minute".

I was right in a whole way I didn't realise at the time!

Okay here’s a confession: I don’t have t-Rex arms. Not for as long as I can remember. My autism is still valid tho, I swear! :p

I have surgeon arms, which makes no sense because my hands are NOT steady lol.

I don’t know if that is clear but it’s like, hands at shoulder height, slightly to the sides, palms facing the torso?

btw I know it seems like autism is all I talk about now, it's not because I'm autistic now it's because I've always been autistic and had no idea. it's a lot to process.

I also know it's cliche for a late-diagnosed autistic person to have autism become their new special interest and talk about nothing else - on that count I just don't care. You're saying I'm acting like other people for once? great! That's novel for me!

also beyond posting just being part of how I process things (I know it's not healthy but it's what I do), it's helpful for me to talk about it how I do as a way to embrace it.

Talking about the things that are difficult, cool, sad, funny, infuriating, awkward... it makes my whole life more real because I know now that my life is autistic.

In checking I also discovered my other reason for avoiding it (an aversion to anything that can change how my mind works - something that helpfully kept me from drugs, but unhelpfully kept me from antidepressants) is also a common inclination among autistic people. It seems like the main reasons many autistic people ever drink are just masking or self-medicating.

Obviously there are exceptions but I’m so glad to know I’m not alone in this, there’s so much pressure to drink!

Not sure if I’m expressing it well, but it’s like if your tongue is telling you “this food is 20% spicy 10% umami 70% savoury”

versus telling you “part of this is 80% spicy 20% umami, another part is 90% savoury 10% flavourless, another part is 14%spicy and….etcetcetc”

If you imagine that with all the added texture, heat, wet/dry sensations in the same amount of detail it seems pretty obvious why food can be overwhelming.

I think autistic people are like reverse monsters: the places you’d normally feel safe from monsters (bright, crowded) make us cranky, but put us in a dark quiet place and we’re super chill and friendly.

…or maybe all monsters are just autistic and misunderstood? Lives in the shadows and makes unnerving eye contact and repetitive twitchy movements? That’s not an SCP that’s just me!

Learned the term/identity “autigender” which is someone who feels their gender or sense of gender is inextricably linked to their autism.

And… how else is it supposed to work???? I’m so confused. The reason I finally understood my non-binaryness was because I thought about it with my autistic mind. How could my gender be anything but autigender? How could an allistic person’s gender be anything but an alligender? (Okay actually that’s a gender related to alligators…)

I guess the distinction is when your gender is something socially imposed/adopted? Like when I was living “as” a boy, then later “as” a woman, my gender expression and understanding was not wholly autigender?

But still it seems redundant, what autistic person thinks about gender even once and DOESN’T have their sense of gender tied to how they think from then on?

Okay I think a big source of my confusion about this right there in that last toot with the word “think”, there’s all kinds of ways to experience gender (or not experience it) and not all of them are thinking (probably most actually), I defaulted to a purely cognitive-based perspective but even then there are certainly ways to think about gender without your neurotype being a distinctive aspect.

Which sounds like word-salad which is part of why it’s so hard for me to see past.

For my part the way I understand my gender is absolutely influenced by my autism, but the way I experience it is perhaps not? Gender things feel right or they don’t feel right, those aspects that I claim and embrace seem inherently autigender (to me), but the senses that originate that stuff aren’t processed, they are experienced.

tbh even with helpful explanations I’m finding the concepts involved very nebulous and hard to grasp, but that’s okay.

Also now that I think about it, whenever I needed a new watch I would usually try to get the same model, and I got really upset when that wasn't an option. I was super passionate about watches and time back then, but I think it was only because it helped make sense of school's constant transitions.

These days, or even back then at home, I'd prefer to forget about time and just go at my own pace.

Thinking back to my earliest school memories, I constantly felt like I was being buffeted around and I was always asking about time to know when story time or nap time or lesson time or lunch time or play time or whenever was starting or ending.

School is constant mode-switching, I wonder if I'd have done better if each school day was just one thing?

I remember liking sports days even though I didn't particularly like sports. It makes sense now though: one mode for the whole day, more comfortable clothes, and sitting in the grass looking at the trees around school were so chilling.

I never liked the noise though, and always resented any event I had to participate in.

One of the chapters is sort of highlighting how the way we mask indicates who we are under the mask, and gives pointers to remembering the events that made us hide those parts of ourselves.

I had a moment where I was like…. “Omfg, for a moment in my life, I was super bright! I was so loud and energetic!”

And then a few minutes later, my most childlike and cheery headmate chimed in like “Yep, I did tell you!”

Changing the CW so I can talk about not-autism things in this thread like tics, such as:

I sometimes have tics that feel like I’m trying to express something but get frustrated that I’m not being understood. All I’m doing is just saying “banana” over and over, and getting frustrated I haven’t expressed it in a particular way. What way? I have no idea! This happens even when I’m alone.