How many of you was disappointed, devastated, surprised or happy to be diagnosed with autism? (Self-diagnosis is also valid.)
For me it was an elated revelation. As far back as I can remember, I have known that I was “defective”. From as early as I can remember until the day he died, my father exclaimed the defining theme of my life. Always with great disdain, he said, “Kenneth … When are you ever going to wake up and act like a normal human being?” My father was not alone. I got this same message in varying forms, always in angry exasperation from everyone I had close contact with.
I felt hopelessly lost because I never understood how I was not like a normal person and when asked, no one could tell me. If they did express something, I could not see, understand or visualize what they said. I was desperate to fix it but had no idea what to do. I have spent over 90% of my life longing to not exist because I hated being “defective”.
After discovering autism and studying it, I realized that was me and there were other people like me. That was a profound revelation. There was an actual “category” I fit in. The absoluteness of my “defectiveness” was diminished. It was a major relief to know I was not totally alone or totally “defective”. I finally understood how I was different. Not that I can “fix” it, but at least I understand what is going on. I felt like a lifelong lead blanket that had been smothering my life had been lifted. I felt that for the first time, I could breath. As an autistic; I’m supposed to be like this.
For me it was an elated revelation. As far back as I can remember, I have known that I was “defective”. From as early as I can remember until the day he died, my father exclaimed the defining theme of my life. Always with great disdain, he said, “Kenneth … When are you ever going to wake up and act like a normal human being?” My father was not alone. I got this same message in varying forms, always in angry exasperation from everyone I had close contact with.
I felt hopelessly lost because I never understood how I was not like a normal person and when asked, no one could tell me. If they did express something, I could not see, understand or visualize what they said. I was desperate to fix it but had no idea what to do. I have spent over 90% of my life longing to not exist because I hated being “defective”.
After discovering autism and studying it, I realized that was me and there were other people like me. That was a profound revelation. There was an actual “category” I fit in. The absoluteness of my “defectiveness” was diminished. It was a major relief to know I was not totally alone or totally “defective”. I finally understood how I was different. Not that I can “fix” it, but at least I understand what is going on. I felt like a lifelong lead blanket that had been smothering my life had been lifted. I felt that for the first time, I could breath. As an autistic; I’m supposed to be like this.
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