autisticstar wrote:
I am an adult woman who is 40 but feels like other people treat me like a child. People in my family either talk down to me or ignore me. I may be on the autism spectrum but that does not mean that I am a child. I have about had it with my inlaws who are very condescending toward me. I am not a child and I am sick of being treated like a child. I don't want to be nasty to people but I am sick of being treated like a child and not being given the respect due to one adult from another adult. Has anyonen else exerienced this? How can I let people know that I'm not a child without resorting to swearing or yelling?
Perhaps swearing and yelling reinforces their estimations...
I can't change my family's perceptions of me. They've always treated me like my behavior (the way I think) is a choice and something I control. That I'm different willingly. Because I can't fit in; I must be a bad person.
The best thing, for me and them, is for me to just walk away. I'm not responsible for their ignorance. Why should I raise my blood pressure trying to help them understand when they clearly think I don't have the right to exist?
If I'm wrong, I'm sure they'll tell me the next time they see me.
Find a new "family."
One word of caution though: Before you go cutting connections, make sure that your perceptions are true. Family ties can be of great value so you want to be sure. Everyone's got their own issues. Everyone gets caught up in their own moment. Isn't that what you're doing?
Cussing people out is generally considered highly offensive. What kind of response do you want? Do you expect people to overlook your behavior?
When I get mad at my older sister for something flip she says, I stop and consider her reality. She has her son, his bi-polar wife and their two kids (one with ADHD and the other newly born...) living with her and her husband. They had hoped to be retired by now but they're burdened with children who can't make it on their own. It's an insane situation for my sister. And she doesn't really know me anymore - only what I tell her, so I cut her slack because when I really need someone, she is there for me regardless of what she's going through.
What she says doesn't have to affect me at all. I let it pass like she's that lady in the line at the grocery store. I can make a smile and walk away. I can allow her to be an ass, as I'm sure she has allowed me.
My younger sisters? That's another story.
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