dragonsanddemons wrote:
I guess they’re probably right, I’m so exceedingly abnormal in most ways that statistically, I truly don’t count (or shouldn’t count). I truly am only human physically, and am something else, whatever that may be, in every other way. I’m so very different from even other people on the autism spectrum... and I just started considering that maybe I’d like to try to separate myself from the idea of being female. I’m so unlike most women, even other autistic women, that I really don’t belong in that group (except, again, physically). But I don’t fit in as male, either. I think what I am is pretty much agender.
But even in that, I have to be a weirdo - I don’t want to be called “they/them.” I am not plural. I think I’d rather be called “it.” “But that seems so dehumanizing,” you say? Yes, that’s part of the point - I’m pretty much not human. The difference is, I don’t see that as a bad thing, or categorize every living thing that is not human as “lesser” in any way simply because they aren’t human, so to me it isn’t anything negative.
I wish I could just get my “womanly bits” removed so I could just completely forget that I technically am a woman, but odds are very much against me if I try to ask any appropriately-qualified doctor to do it for me, because most won’t do it for any less than truly life-threatening reasons if the person is of child-bearing age, no matter how much the person really doesn’t want kids, because “they might change their mind.”
I feel the same way, yet for inversed reasons.
I'm never 'normal', yet I accept that well.
I also feel
too human; too sympathetic and too cruel. I want to be a bit 'less human' in essence, but this 'too human' part of me wouldn't accept that treatment and cannot digest that as much as I wish otherwise.
As an autistic, having the means and tools to fulfill the socially driven autistics ('stereotypical autistic anxious-to-please female types') yet having the complete opposite personality and aspiration of one.
As if fate wasted it on this ungrateful one, needlessly questioning the irony and what 'good' had I've done to deserved this; seeing others, reminds me 'why not someone more deserving??'
It's one of the reasons why I couldn't seem to relate -- I can fill the role others want to accomplish, but accomplishing the role is not who I'm nor what I would do.
And as a woman? There's a bigger irony.
I live pretty much in an environment full of female influence, with a culture with serious certainty about this culture's concept of feminism (concepts better than your average western concepts of feminism), having built and equipped for the roles and representation of females. Yet despite all and all, none of these circumstances touched my core.
Even better; as much as those around me emphasizes this female role, no one ever minds and even outright acknowledge that I have no 'female-bits' despite my 'functions', my biology and 'appearances'. That 'female' is not a part of my core nor desires, all but technicality.
It's confusing me, I wish I can stop pondering, stop assuming things.
So... Why??
It's presumptuous to assume to wish and switch places with anyone who both desire and deserve with 'whatever' I 'have'.. So presumptuous, having 'gifts' to bear guilt with.
And I tried to 'put myself in anothers shoe', seeing this unneeded sympathy, cruel and provoking, the idea and presumption does not respect those 'who are more deserved and desiring'...