I truly respect ND people who ask questions, want to learn and understand. However there’s a fine line between inquisitiveness and complete ignorance.
I look normal. I look like a human being.
I act normal. I’ve had 37 years of watching, learning and failing at social interactions - practise makes perfect! I’m a highly skilled masker, as are my children. Each one struggles to speak to adults, struggles with confrontation and keeps quiet - ergo.. slips under everybody’s radar. Like I did.
I never said I was functioning - what I thought was a breakdown earlier this year was actually an Autistic burnout. Years of masking, trying to fit in, trying to be normal, living with sensory issues and no support - my head collapsed. As the years went by, more responsibility, more demands.. I got to breaking point.
What I thought were panic attacks all my life were actually meltdowns.
I didn’t believe I could be Autistic because I was ignorant too once before my kids came along and I learned for them. Because I could make eye contact (loathe it) and because I’m highly empathetic I thought I couldn’t be autistic, mainly because of what is portrayed in the media.
Going back through my childhood videos this year - I struggled in every social event, I was counting to deal with stress, I was stimming and rocking.. all the signs had always been there. Even though I do feel some resentment towards my family - it was the 80s and there wasn’t the information that is available now. Now there is no excuse to be ignorant.
With all due respect - you don’t know what ND is. Being a teacher and having a daughter with qualities that are in line with a lot of research in autistic kids, I wouldn’t be so dismissive. Your attitude about the ‘labels’ absolutely sucks.
Now I have support in place for me and my family. My children are getting the right support in school to thrive and learn better. The doctor gives me medications to help. I’ve been able to understand my life, understand how I got here and forgive myself for a lot. It isn’t just a label.. it’s being given a handbook to finally live the life you were supposed to live. I’ve missed out on 37 years trying to fit into the wrong box. I’ll be damned if my kids suffer the same fate through any ignorance of mine.