I liked this a lot, I've had similar situations in which I was upset and told I wasn't acting like an adult (shared by Kirsten Lindsmith on Facebook):
https://medium.com/@kip.wallace/lou...-because-i-m-autistic-1f50343118f8#.fc3bcjxng
https://medium.com/@kip.wallace/lou...-because-i-m-autistic-1f50343118f8#.fc3bcjxng
She came into my room while I was sobbing.
My hands shook, my head filled with static, my lip curled and uncurled.
The dams of my tear ducts broke and I sniffled over and over.
She asked me to calm down. She said she’d need to make the decisions for me if I wasn’t capable.
I sobbed. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t articulate myself.
Use your words.
Since when do words need to be verbal? Spoken?
Why can’t my actions speak when my throat turns dry?
Why can’t you listen to my hands — shaking, trembling, flapping, tapping, running through my hair, across sheets, over my legs?
Act like an adult.
Since when is my adulthood negated by panic?