[ SECRET POST #4066 ]

[case]

⌈ Secret Post #4066 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

01.



__________________________________________________



02.


__________________________________________________



03.


__________________________________________________



04.


__________________________________________________



05.


__________________________________________________



06.


__________________________________________________



07.


__________________________________________________



08.











Notes:

Secrets Left to Post: 02 pages, 26 secrets from Secret Submission Post #582.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
Current Secret Submissions Post: here.
Suggestions, comments, and concerns should go here.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Maybe dahli is uncomfortable with people diagnosing themselves without consulting a medical professional. I know I am.

[(Anonymous)]

NAYRT—many years ago, before it was popular to declare yourself autistic online, my mother came home excitedly waving an article clipped from a psychology journal and told me “look, I found you!” It was an article on Asperger’s syndrome, which didn’t matter nearly as much as the knowledge that here was, so far as preteen me was concerned, scientific proof I was a nutcase, like my classmates were always saying and my teachers said in more polite ways.

I ripped the article to shreds while having an epic screaming meltdown, and that was the end of that. By my mid-twenties I was ready to concede my mom had had a point; I did fit most all the criteria, and some of the management strategies helped me control myself better. Less than a year ago, after my mom passed away, I was talking to her brother, who’s a psychologist, although autism isn’t his area of expertise. I mentioned wondering if I might be autistic, and he said “I never thought of that. I just assumed it was brain damage from your being born so premature.”

So I haven’t bothered to get diagnosed, since I don’t need the depressing realization that I’m not autistic, just suffering from decades old oxygen deprivation, which isn’t treatable even to the paltry extent that autism is. But it’s obvious to pretty much everyone that there’s something wrong with me.

Doctors were still telling my family I’d likely be a vegetable when I was three. Instead I started reading everything I could get my hands on, but still walked into things, tripped over nothing, randomly screamed and cried, rhythmically smacked my hands into my sides, zoned out and wouldn’t respond to other people, and sometimes bit people until I was 12 or so. And I still miss social cues by miles, obsess over random stuff, and occasionally melt down. Plus I can’t make eye-contact, friends, or phone calls, and my driving instructor told my parents I’d never drive after one lesson.

[(Anonymous)]

You do realise that autism is primarily a description for a set of behaviours and thinking styles with a whole raft of possible causes and you could easily be autistic BECAUSE brain-injured? I'm honestly not seeing why you would find that depressing. Autism isn't really treatable, it's about managing its impact, just as it is with brain injury. So if the autism self-management strategies help, why not use them?