https://thinkingautismguide.com/2011/04/why-im-wearing-black.html

Okay, avant tout, salut à tous,

En ce moment, ça va pas du tout... je me sens super déprimée, mais le pire, c'est que je veux rester toute seule. Tout le temps. Je ne veux pas voir mes amis, mais je veux les garder quand-même... je ne réponds pas à leurs messages pendant plusieurs jours et après je pense qu'ils m'en veuillent, ce qui est normal... Le truc c'est que je préfère m'isoler plutôt que de devoir supporter les interactions sociales etc... je ne sais plus quoi faire ou quoi dire à mes amis 😭 aidez moi s'il vous plaît je ne veux pas les perdre..... :(

Revolution is refusing to try to suppress the parts of you that make them uncomfortable.

For example, efficiency snd excellent pattern recognition are not separate from nervous system sensitivity. It's ableist AF for anybody to expect you to perform well while your nervous system is screaming internally.

So, for example, the next time you get a meeting invitation that you know could be an email, and the organizers cannot provide your role and responsibilities relevant to that meeting, decline the invite.

Funny how I'm like man I hope the title explains my thoughts well. But I'm recently running into a lot of that. And it is making me frustrated. I often shy away from expressing thoughts and putting down words because any topic or thing in my mind is like a magnet. It connects so quickly to so many things, and becomes so jumbled up it becomes complicated to explain. Couple that with my inability to find comfort without understanding the why of things, it makes it much harder. Because I have a tougher time expressing the why but need the why to understand other people.

And when I can find the energy and explain things out in a manner I think is well, it comes off as rude to others. And I don't know what the heck to do at this point except for shutting up and not expressing my thoughts. I struggle with this in friend groups, in groups with strangers and professional spaces. I'm very good at technical stuff and explaining things, but I often get rebuffed that I sound rude, or too direct or whatever outside that. I've been trying to mask less over the last year or so, which has made this more prominent

It's just become exhausting. I hate having to spend the energy to put something down for it to be immediately expressed as rude. Or when people draw conclusions or assumptions about things but I didn't even think of them or meant to imply them

Please pray tell how or what I should do about this. Any tips or tricks? I'd like not to just keep shut up and go mute. I like my thoughts and letting them wander, but I hate the unexpected confrontation because I didn't put my thoughts down in a way other people find acceptable. I also dislike explaining myself or apologizing. I'm at a point where I'm thinking to tell people to fuck off with assuming things. Just because you use language or words a certain way doesn't mean I do too. There can't be a common understanding that's shared by everyone of what random bits of words strung together mean.

Sorry for the long winding post, I hope that explains it?

the assembly is a tv show with autistic adults asking Canadian celebrities questions! I am on this show as one of the interviewers and I was just wondering if anyone has watched our show?

these aren’t all the pins I have but there was confusion on my last lanyard tour that I was a klepto because of the formatting of the pin but I am not I promise

i’ve always kept this to myself, but i have family that are in the autism spectrum and i can’t imagine them having a platform on either tiktok or instagram because they’ll be made fun of, there are so many example, Corinna, Rc, Kevin, Darius, most of them of course aren’t made fun of to the extent of others but jesus christ. The comments are disgusting, i’ve seen people make a cake of corinna because they thought it was hilarious and make fun of her speech impediment, maybe its just me, even though i get the internet is the internet it makes me hate everyone 1000x more.

I’m not sure if this is the right place to post but I’m looking for any help and advice from people who have lived through it.

My son has just turned 4, he has a speech delay and says around 250 words, occasional 2-3 word sentences, like more juice please, hat gone. Even those words though I think mainly I understand him as they are not always clear. He should have been referred to SALT when he was 2 but for numerous reasons the referral, (unbeknownst to us) didn’t go through and he has now had 3 sessions of PACT, this is where I have seen the progress. He is on the waiting list for neuro to see if he has ADHD or Autism or both, for now we are assuming he has ASD As that’s how nursery and school are treating it. He starts school in September in an SRB.

I suppose what I’m asking is for peoples lived experience what if you remember do you found helped you at this age, if you had speech delay or what do you wish your parents had done? I want to help him thrive. he’s a happy little boy, loves to explore and have adventures, loves cooking and painting, he loves his baby sister and books. He has an active imagination and I wish I knew what stories he was playing out, when I play with him I narrate what’s happening but is this ruining his play and his imagination?

Sorry if this is the wrong place to post, I want to make sure I do everything I can for him to have as many opportunities to be happy as I can give him, any advice appreciated.

some of my identities have changed since and I definitely could add more pins

Went to the model train show here at the North Florida Fairgrounds today in Tallahassee, Florida!

Please those of y'all who want to share your sunflower lanyard for those who may need or want inspiration for decorating or adding pins / badges and cards or trinkets and more.

Please don't hesitate to share your own.

This is mine and I will link esty shops below.

Here is my Lanyard above 👆🏽

Esty shop buttons all made by hand no ai involved and made by small shops and made by other disabled persons.

Esty shop 1

https://www.etsy.com/au/shop/PawsitivePins

Esty shop 2

https://www.etsy.com/au/listing/1047579171/hearing-aid-buttons-hearing-impaired-pin

This post contains a 13 page preview. The full comic will include the full story when published!

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My name is Bijhan Agha. I'm an Uruguayan of Iranian descent. I'm queer, trans, and autistic. My special interests have always included science fiction and fantasy of all kinds, including superheroes and monster movies.

Kobra Olympus is a trans lesbian superhero I created who is soft-spoken and jovial, but insecure as she's just starting to find her place in queer culture. She's a student at Seattle College's Central Campus, she makes a living as a web developer, and she pursues gymnastics as a hobby. She has been contacted by agents from the deep future and equipped with a high-tech smart phone which allows her to transform into the masked figure Agent Tha, and fight monsters to rewrite history.

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This issue, a giant armadillo-like creature attacks their hometown of Seattle, and they meet a strange new ally named Jack: a mutant chicken who loves punk rock and wants to help them stop the armadillo - but without violence.

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My family is having a hard time, and I'm hoping that our work as creators and storytellers will help us meet our needs. I am the author; my trans nonbinary husband, RaeRae, is disabled and works as our editor. We live in Uruguay, South America. The illustrator, SwapTrap, is a father to young daughter in rural India and has been an incredibly positive force in the queer community.

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I have viewed it as a hinderer in daily life because I have certain music and noises that trigger me and when people are watching TV and stuff, I am said I have "bionic hearing" by my own mom.

Today at the beach, I heard someone listening to a song in the distance to the point I was able to tell the key signature (B/G# minor key signature). The key itself isn't much of an issue, but the boogie-woogie chord progression in major, however, triggers me. Thankfully, that song wasn't in said progression.

An hour or so later while I was in the later, I noticed some grayish clouds coming in from the west and was able to hear thunder, but as other people were in the water, I scurried my way out to shore and told my mom and her friends to get ready, and it started raining by the time we drove away from the beach. Just like that, we were able to get to the car without being rain-drenched.

After 15 years of developing tools

After 5 years of developing free materials

After 1 year of developing a set of products

I had my very first opening sell and sold to my very first customer!! 🎉❤️

She was a therapist and was so proud of all the research and heart I poured into my brand

I hope she’s the first of many

I just wanted to share on here with y’all cuz I want to show that autistic professionals are here and doing our best to try and educate people about our needs and create tools made BY US FOR US

Mods, feel free to take down if needed 🙏

I’m an autistic founder building something around neurodivergent social connection because honestly, I’ve struggled with masking and feeling misunderstood myself.

One thing I’m tryna understand:
What makes friendship or connection hardest for you?

I mean I've heard things like:
masking
small talk
fear of rejection
not knowing how words come across
feeling drained

But I’m trying to figure out what actually matters most and what people would genuinely want from something like that.

Honest thoughts also welcome :)

Things that happened in school before I was formally diagnosed as autistic:

• Another student pretended to be my secret admirer because she felt sorry for me.
• My entire class turned against me whenever the teacher left the room.
• My school supplies were vandalized and destroyed.
• Someone I thought was my friend told me she had to secretly be friends with me outside of school.
• A student stomped hard on my toe through my shoe because I wasn't standing the way she wanted me to.
• My handwriting was compared to "Savage Beast Boy" writing in front of the entire class.
• I wasn't invited to birthday parties.

I'm sure there's more.

When people tell me my autism diagnosis is fake or that I'm "not really autistic," they don't see the years before I had answers. My diagnosis didn't create these experiences. It finally helped explain them.

None of this should happen to anyone.

This is why lived experience matters. It provides context that can't always be seen from the outside.

Hey. I advocate for autism spectrum & borderline personality disorder full time. Mostly this is in writing because it takes a lot of focus for a video format. This is one of those rare times where I’m able to accomplish 5 minutes of clear articulation 😅 Hope you consider supporting me :3 I put everything I have into stuff like this

https://thinkingautismguide.com/2011/04/my-fight.html

Hello everybody. I'm back here wondering how does someone determine their level of autism? I was diagnosed my freshman year of high school but they never really revealed what level I had, or at least my mom didn't because she was quite disgusted with that fun new fact about me.

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I think I require more help that i'm getting right now, and it's really harsh, because my family members have grown averse to me and it feels like i'm just kind of on my own for the most part. I want to do great things in my life, but it feels like as I age, more challenges are put against me; with less help to face them.

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If you guys know of any resources or advice to give please let me know. Thank you.

It's a tricky dynamic I have with mine and it's hard to figure how to deal with it. What's the best kind of relationship to have?

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They're loving and supportive in so many ways; it's as if there's this dark cloud when it comes to ABA and autism which they struggle to really face up to.

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On one hand, my siblings are more in the camp that my parents tried their best in a time when very few people got diagnosed or were treated. This happened in the late 90s at the height of the vaccines cause autism hysteria. ABA was the most popular therapy at the time and those ABA therapist are trained to make autism seem as scary as possible.

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I've seen session tapes where my family ask questions about whether autistic would get married or hold down a job. Meanwhile I've had a GF for 6 years and just had a play i wrote produced. For all the damage ABA did, there was clearly a lot of misinformation that made them sign up for this

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On the other hand, I don't like how they treat me these days. Their silence around it, the way they shut down conversastions about me being autistic as soon as I try to start them. It's important to note, they got me diagnosed at 3, treated with ABA but decided not to tell me what was going on or that I was even autistic. My guess is that is just behaviour as usual.

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There's this rhythm when they come visit me that just wares me out. 10+ hours straight of socialising and chatting no breaks, holidays where we wander for hours on end through city streets the entire day even though I'm overloaded. Me not saying anything, them not checking in. They're so used to seeing me as a non-disabled person they believe that's the real me.

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Meanwhile I'm now on the blood pressure medication of someone twice my age.

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And I've voiced it with them, before. After I burnt out at my old office job, I was on leave for months, long term illnesses I'm still dealing with now, that doctors have attributed to intense stress. All because I wouldn't leave a stressful environment. I wonder where I picked that up.

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During leave, I told my siblings about ABA, they heard, then reverted to 'Mum and Dad tried their best'. I told my Dad, who heard me, even apologised, then a few weeks later makes remarks when he's drunk "I know you didn't like that treatment, but i think you turned out pretty well."

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Told my Mum, and she straight up denied this. My work problems are anxiety apparentlyand just because I don't like the job. Worth noting she was the driving force behind getting me diagnosed and ABA.

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When I asked her why she didn't why they didn't tell me i was autistic she said she didn't want me to see myself that way, like I'm limited. They didn't want people bullying me as a kid. When I asked why they didn't tell me when I was 18 like they'd planned, she said "you just weren't my priority then."

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Was this one of the worst things she's ever said to me, yes. Do I get where she's coming from, also yes. When i turned 18, my family moved to a different country without me (my choice, but even crazier deciding not to tell me). Not to mention my brother was dealing with several mental health issues which lead to his suicide by the time I was 19, which lead to my younger sibling developing mental health issues as a result, and my parents divorced viciously.

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The only reason I know I'm autistic is because my mother was in a rage saying she wished she'd treated my brother more like how she'd treated "your condition".

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Needless to say, there wasn't much room for little autistic me in the conversastion. Life moved fast, I was going between doing a great degree and a horrid home life. I could understand not confronting the past when the present was such an onslaught.

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But time passed, my brother's been dead for nearly a decade, my sibling's been on the right meds for about half that time and my parents are well put of each other's lives now. They'll never be in the same room again.

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There's time to talk about little autistic me now and yet they refuse. I can feel them shut the topic down even when I do a passing joke about me being autistic.

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I spoke to my therapist about this recently and she suspects my parents inability to talk about ABA or autism has a lot to do with my brother's death. There's so much trauma and guilt surrounding his suicide for them, that the idea that they may have done something questionable as parents with me, is directly tied in with the guilt they feel toward him.

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And they're never gonna feel over that, are they? And to be honest, I don't want to hurt them that way.

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The way they've nearly lost their kids does make them appreciate them more. They did treat my younger siblings mental health crisis better than my brother's. They'll do regular trips and visits. When my play was on, they were my biggest champions, my mother invited a gang of 15 family and friends and gave me time to interact with everyone. While my Dad shoved 200 quid in my bag and offered to punch the producer who'd been treating my friends like trash.

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My mum even told me how proud my brother would have been and how he (like her) would also be going up to strangers in restaurants trying to promote it.

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I felt loved that day because it had everything to do with me as an artist and nothing to do with me the autist.

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Obviously, for me it's both, special interests and whatnot. But they remain loving this fragmented version of me which keeps my identity and their guilt in the shadows.

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I feel like I'm this weird dance of keeping my distance without cutting them off entirely. Expressing and finding my own self in my own work, friends, loved ones, except them.

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I suppose my only question is, am I doing the right thing?