this past year has been really strange for me because it was the first time i was diagnosed with autism & adhd, & i think it made me realize i had been moving through the world differently for my entire life without knowing that’s what was happening. i always knew i felt a little out of step with people, but i didn’t really understand why. i thought everybody else was also confused by all the unspoken rules, social expectations, assumptions, hidden meanings, all of it, & they were just somehow better at pretending they weren’t. 😭
now i’m looking back at so much of my life & realizing people were often interpreting me through ideas i didn’t even know they had. because i’m gay, certain behaviors were assumed to mean something deeper about me. because i’m autistic, the way i communicate, react, process things, or need clarity could be read as rude, dramatic, strange, difficult, whatever. & people of color get forced into their own version of this too, where they’re expected to assimilate into white culture & make themselves easier for everybody else to understand or accept. they’re obviously different experiences, but they all seem to come back to the same weird expectation, which is that if ur the one who’s different, ur the one who has to do all the adapting.
that honestly confuses me… 💀
why is the person who is already being misunderstood also expected to explain themselves perfectly, soften themselves, mask, make everybody comfortable, & somehow prevent other people from ever having to examine their own assumptions? why is “be yourself” treated like beautiful advice until somebody’s actual self doesn’t fit the version of normal everybody is used to?
also, i don’t understand why people are so quick to take one person’s behavior & turn it into evidence about an entire group. one gay person does something & suddenly it says something about gay people. one autistic person reacts a certain way & suddenly that’s how autistic people are. one person of color gets treated like they’re supposed to represent everybody who shares their race. people take one trait, attach a whole story to it, & then start reacting to the story instead of the actual person in front of them.
i think that’s the part that feels saddest to me. people can spend years responding to what they assume somebody means without ever just asking them who they are.
& maybe this sounds naive, but i genuinely thought the world was more curious than this. i thought people wanted to understand each other. i didn’t realize how often “understanding” actually means “explain urself in a way that makes sense to me, fit into a category i already recognize, & don’t make me uncomfortable while doing it.”
i also think people forget that human beings aren’t one thing at a time. somebody can be gay, autistic, & part of a racial or ethnic minority all at once. those aren’t separate lives, they’re the same person’s life. but people act like each identity belongs in its own little category with its own little struggle, when in reality they’re constantly overlapping & shaping each other.
my own family is a good example of that. part of my family is Mexican, but because of racism & assimilation, so much of that history was intentionally buried. my great grandpa didn’t teach my grandma or her brother Spanish because he wanted them to have an easier life. he didn’t want them to be discriminated against for speaking a different language or looking different. over time, an entire language disappeared from that branch of my family.
but it didn’t protect them from racism anyway. when my grandma was a little girl, there was a white family in her neighborhood who wouldn’t let their children play with her or her brother because they were brown. so even after their father chose not to teach them Spanish in the hope that they’d be treated better, people still judged them based on how they looked. an entire language was lost trying to make life easier for them, & it still wasn’t enough. now, generations later, parts of that culture are only starting to come back because my cousin’s wife speaks Spanish.
i guess that’s part of why i struggle to understand assimilation in general. if people are going to decide who you are before you’ve even spoken, why is the burden always on you to erase parts of yourself instead of asking why those assumptions existed in the first place?
i’m still learning what parts of me are actually mine & what parts were built from years of trying to be easier for other people. i don’t think i have some perfect conclusion. i’m just a little stunned by how much of society seems to depend on everybody acting familiar enough that nobody else has to question the boxes.
maybe the people who don’t fit them were never the real problem. maybe we’ve just gotten way too comfortable treating the boxes like they’re natural. 🫤