ChibiChick
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So, I want to start a thread on the topic of denial around autism because I've have yet to see anyone discuss things like this yet. If this type of negative talk isn't allowed, please let me know.
Let me start off by saying that I am fairly new to this website (a few days) and my autism in general.
Well, what I mean is, accepting that I could possibly be on the spectrum (haven't been officially diagnosed yet).
Around age 14, my mother actually brought up the fact that I could be autistic after I had first met and befriended a girl who had asperger's and she noted how similar we both where. But, being the hormonal and emotional teenager I was, I vehemently denied the possibility.
Not because I was afraid of being, autistic. No, it was more like I was afraid of how I was going to be treated.
You see, back then, when I thought of the word autistic, It often brought up images of the mentally-challenged people who I had went to school with. Specifically, a certian boy.
Now, this boy had trouble speaking, often interrupted the class, and had to take special ed classes. He was also "befriended" by people so they could look like the "nice guys" when in reality those same "nice guys" picked on him and made fun of him behind his back.
Back then, that's what autism looked like to me, and because of the way that poor boy was treated, I didn't want to accept it.
I didn't want to - couldn't - be like him.
It wasn't until a few years of struggling combined with a lot of reading, learning and internalizing later, that I have finally realized that I just needed to accept who I was. That -as much as I still have trouble admitting to it to this day- that it's okay to be the way I am.
And even though my brain still has a few inklings of shame and embarrassment still stuck to my interpretation of autism, I am happy with the fact that I have finally
(for the most part) accepted myself for who I am and am trying to move forward with my life.
So, I suppose this long rant was me trying to ask you all if you've ever felt anything like this? And if so, how did you deal with it? And has the realization and acceptance of your newfound diversity change your perspective on life?
Let me start off by saying that I am fairly new to this website (a few days) and my autism in general.
Well, what I mean is, accepting that I could possibly be on the spectrum (haven't been officially diagnosed yet).
Around age 14, my mother actually brought up the fact that I could be autistic after I had first met and befriended a girl who had asperger's and she noted how similar we both where. But, being the hormonal and emotional teenager I was, I vehemently denied the possibility.
Not because I was afraid of being, autistic. No, it was more like I was afraid of how I was going to be treated.
You see, back then, when I thought of the word autistic, It often brought up images of the mentally-challenged people who I had went to school with. Specifically, a certian boy.
Now, this boy had trouble speaking, often interrupted the class, and had to take special ed classes. He was also "befriended" by people so they could look like the "nice guys" when in reality those same "nice guys" picked on him and made fun of him behind his back.
Back then, that's what autism looked like to me, and because of the way that poor boy was treated, I didn't want to accept it.
I didn't want to - couldn't - be like him.
It wasn't until a few years of struggling combined with a lot of reading, learning and internalizing later, that I have finally realized that I just needed to accept who I was. That -as much as I still have trouble admitting to it to this day- that it's okay to be the way I am.
And even though my brain still has a few inklings of shame and embarrassment still stuck to my interpretation of autism, I am happy with the fact that I have finally
(for the most part) accepted myself for who I am and am trying to move forward with my life.
So, I suppose this long rant was me trying to ask you all if you've ever felt anything like this? And if so, how did you deal with it? And has the realization and acceptance of your newfound diversity change your perspective on life?
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