I didn't even know I was autistic until two years ago. I knew I was different. I knew I was weird. I knew I came from a family that was not like other families. It was not until three years ago when my nephew was dx'ed with autism that the unraveling in my family and in me began.
So the question makes no sense to me.
However, because of the types of "therapy" I did for many years, I was inculcated with the view and the belief that all my issues were surmountable and healable...if only I worked hard enough at trying to 'work on them." I worked harder than anyone I know - with few results that actually changed or altered my way of being and my autistic consciousness. In fact, a lot of that therapy and the promotion of ideals such as trying to socialise, "get out there in the world and have a go" and battle through" were in fact really detrimental to me in terms of breakdowns, chronic overload, existential desolation, denial of self etc. and suicidal ideation long term.
A formal dx from an autism specialist has given me the peace and understanding to at least stop trying so hard and just accept me. You see, in plain old non AS specific therapy, I was being asked to be "NT' by therapists, without any reference to the term. Their demands and expectations were that I should be like others. This was an unspoken assumption and in my view, it is what a lot of older undiagnosed people experience prior to correct ASD dx...that somehow they are inherently 'flawed' and can do better. I hear it all the time with those I know who are dx'ed in my age group. I was repeatedly told my way of perceiving and experiencing the world was flawed, wrong and needed alteration and tweaking. I needed to do more, accept more, be more, change more, work more,socialise more, get out there more, be like everyone else more.........
To walk into an ASD specialist's rooms in my late 40's, and to finally be told that who I was and what I was made perfect sense in relation to the autistic paradigm...was revelatory. To be told that I am OBVIOUSLY a woman with Asperger's Syndrome and that to a trained eye my presentation is glaringly obvious, was nothing short of miraculous for me. It was the mystery solved, the puzzle completed, and the incessant internal questioning... "why don't i relate to the world and the people in it like other people around me do...." from that day on...ceased.
And THAT...is a HUGE gift to receive belatedly in life, as I edge towards this side of fifty. I wish it had occurred in my early childhood.
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