I was showing people some official NHS guidance on autism which mentioned an interesting trait of "seeing others as an audience." So I came up with this analogy to expand my take on that:
Sometimes being forced to mask makes me feel like little more than a character in someone else's production, forced to perform. I could be any character, main character, extra in the background, or anyone in between.
Sometimes I just get up, perform for the audience, then go back to bed.
Get up, smile for the cameras, go back to bed.
Then there are the times when being autistic is like being in a play and everyone else has the script, except me.
And no one really seems to want to give me a full copy of this elusive script either.
If I ask for a copy of the script, I get shouted at for not having it or not memorising it.
Sometimes parts of the script are changed without anyone telling me, sometimes the entire script has been changed without anyone telling me.
Sometimes I have some of the script, but parts are missing.
Most of the time I can improvise. Sometimes the director LOVES my improvisation and I get praised for my improv being better than the script itself. But most of the time, my improv will eventually fall flat and the director will be angry. I can't improvise the entire script on the fly.
Sometimes I get lucky. I upset the director so much during rehearsals that I get kicked out before the show and manage to avoid it.
Other times, I'm forced on stage front and centre on the opening night in front of a packed theatre...
Sometimes, being autistic is like being in a play and everyone else has the script, except me.
Sometimes being forced to mask makes me feel like little more than a character in someone else's production, forced to perform. I could be any character, main character, extra in the background, or anyone in between.
Sometimes I just get up, perform for the audience, then go back to bed.
Get up, smile for the cameras, go back to bed.
Then there are the times when being autistic is like being in a play and everyone else has the script, except me.
And no one really seems to want to give me a full copy of this elusive script either.
If I ask for a copy of the script, I get shouted at for not having it or not memorising it.
Sometimes parts of the script are changed without anyone telling me, sometimes the entire script has been changed without anyone telling me.
Sometimes I have some of the script, but parts are missing.
Most of the time I can improvise. Sometimes the director LOVES my improvisation and I get praised for my improv being better than the script itself. But most of the time, my improv will eventually fall flat and the director will be angry. I can't improvise the entire script on the fly.
Sometimes I get lucky. I upset the director so much during rehearsals that I get kicked out before the show and manage to avoid it.
Other times, I'm forced on stage front and centre on the opening night in front of a packed theatre...
Sometimes, being autistic is like being in a play and everyone else has the script, except me.