Yes agree with this too. [Sorry this seems as though I am making this thread about me, but AuDHD tends to lead to us AuDHDers trying to explain our empathy with concrete life experiences…)
My obstetric history was complicated by 5 miscarriages at 8-12 weeks between DD and DS. Eventually turned out I had PCOS (as @RedToothBrush mentions above, this is also very very common in ND women and still little understood). My hormones were a mess after DS arrived - I was told ‘you have what you wanted, so you can’t moan about it being hard’. But it was - for a raft of issues - horrendous. I was absolutely terrified of failing, of harm coming to my babies due to my incompetence.
As at least a 3rd generation ND mother, I didn’t have a positive/functional model of mothering. I had no idea what to expect from my partner. I now think I was borderline puerperal - my DH came home from work one day to find me sitting on the stairs with my bags packed, sobbing hysterically [full on autistic meltdown] because I was so scared that I would slip down the stairs when holding one of the babies and die and they’d be left alone, in harm, and DH wouldn’t find them until too late. He travelled/travels a lot and having to deal with crises alone is a constant daily stress. At the time I was batshit crazy through hormones, changes to routine, the sudden dramatic change in sleep patterns because my preferred sleep pattern in no way meshed with a new born and a toddler. I had convinced myself that the kids would be safer if I left and my MiL moved in - after all, she had got her children to adulthood, alive, healthy… she could be relied upon raise them, couldn’t she?
In hindsight I can understand so much of this through the lens of autism, but I had no-one at the time. My lovely NCT group were functional, NTs so I was too ashamed to share that I wasn’t coping. My HV said I should just get a cleaner as my house was too large for me to cope with (!!) on top of 2 babies. Had I had a diagnosis then, I could have reached out to the NAS and maybe had the medical profession understood more about women with autism, my HV and GP could have had training and offered better support. Ironically the friends I did make and felt close enough to talk about these issues with later in life - because they reported similar experiences - have all got ND children and are clearly ND themselves. Discovering that I was not a freak, that there were specific challenges due to my autism that other autistic women shared, has been liberating.
The more I read here, and on other threads, the more I feel we really do need to be activists for better women’s health care across the board and that includes understanding women who are navigating this with ND, histories of SA/DV, from different ethnicities and so forth.
TRA often tell me that I am ‘cis’, that I identify as a woman and my identity in congruent with my body. But I never have, and I think conversations like these help me understand why - I am a biological woman, there is no scientific avoidance of that fact, and it shapes my experience of living, of the world. But the WAY in which my womanhood does this is in its interaction with my sexed body, my cultural influences, my autism, the patriarchal society that still exists, the trauma I have experienced and witnessed as a result of the above. So, I do not go about my life proclaiming I AM WOMAN, because I am a much more complex nuanced being, as is every woman on this board. No, I AM ME. And, most days, that’s okay.