In the process of my diagnosis, I elected to write a voluntary dissertation of 10,000+ words, in one non-stop 6-hour session, as to why I might be autistic. Guess the assessment wasn't really needed.
This is very relatable! After being diagnosed I began to reflect heavily on my childhood, and every day new things come to mind that make me go “hmm.” Like staring in the mirror to see exactly how my face moves and making sure I know how I look, so others perceive me correctly. My constant fidgeting or “dancing” when I need to be still. I also devoured books as a kid, so much so that I’d pick my book back up when my teacher stopped talking for only a few minutes.
I think about these things and want to hug little me, what a confusing world she went through! Not to mention all the social cues I inevitably had to learn from my own parents 🥲
Oh man, the looking in the mirror thing - yes! I still do that now - my brain thinks that my face is doing a 'normal' smile in a picture and then afterwards, I'm like "why am I doing the 'help I'm being held under duress' face?" hahaha.
Haha don’t even get me started on how I constantly had to be “taught” to smile! I think many of the friends I did attract were neurodivergent just like me, I’m so thankful for those few relatable friends as an adult now <3
Great remembrances. I can certainly relate to a few.
I remember the teacher asking us all what we wanted to do when we grow up and I had said Ghost Hunter because I was obsessed with the supernatural. He told me that wasn't a real job and I was outraged.
This is very relatable! After being diagnosed I began to reflect heavily on my childhood, and every day new things come to mind that make me go “hmm.” Like staring in the mirror to see exactly how my face moves and making sure I know how I look, so others perceive me correctly. My constant fidgeting or “dancing” when I need to be still. I also devoured books as a kid, so much so that I’d pick my book back up when my teacher stopped talking for only a few minutes.
I think about these things and want to hug little me, what a confusing world she went through! Not to mention all the social cues I inevitably had to learn from my own parents 🥲
Oh man, the looking in the mirror thing - yes! I still do that now - my brain thinks that my face is doing a 'normal' smile in a picture and then afterwards, I'm like "why am I doing the 'help I'm being held under duress' face?" hahaha.
Sounds like we'd have been friends in school. <3
Haha don’t even get me started on how I constantly had to be “taught” to smile! I think many of the friends I did attract were neurodivergent just like me, I’m so thankful for those few relatable friends as an adult now <3
Great remembrances. I can certainly relate to a few.
I remember the teacher asking us all what we wanted to do when we grow up and I had said Ghost Hunter because I was obsessed with the supernatural. He told me that wasn't a real job and I was outraged.
Hahaha please please share the Dido lyrics repurposed to honour your dear cat. PLEASE
I don’t want “death by cringe” on my tombstone, soz xo
Ok. But is it possible that the song was Thank you?
Hahaha no, it was even more sad. It was a song called My Lover’s Gone and my cat was called Louie, so I’ll let you join the dots…