Mental Health Please describe how autism affects you personally - autistic people only, not family

Love this, thank you.
Aspie myself, hate how it's being generalized, so I usually just mask and keep it to myself IRL.
People treat me like an idiot when they find out, even though often I'm much smarter than they are.
There's only a handful or two of people that know of the diagnosis(not counting medical professionals). It's just so unemancipating when people start treating you differently, because they feel "bad" for you. Fuck you for feeling bad in the first place. I love my brain

I've become very good at masking. Had to study a lot of the confidence games used by criminals and watched countless hours of sociology & psychology lectures to help me properly understand the world around me.

Youth was rough though. I never understood anything going on in social circles, and that's why they came to push me away in time.
I had no friends for 2 years and kept distancing myself further and further from any social contact, until I met someone, who is still my best friend, who just did not give a fuck about me being a weirdo. since then I've just become more confident and more understanding of other people, even shown people my music

Music is my everything. I play music at work, come home, play more music til my hands hurt like fuck
 
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There are actually a lot of people here who are on the spectrum, who have high IQ scores, who have social issues, who have trouble with their emotional intelligence and empathy toward others needs (although you do clearly actually care in your own autistic way) and find life in general frustrating. They're generally around their 20s or 30s and have a kind of odd stack of achievements and perception of how they value themselves, and wish to be valued by others. This is a drug nerd site with a heavy duty and basic need for harm reduction. Mental health and psychosocial neurological deficiency, or overvaluation and both together, or neither at all in some obsessive knack in trying to figure out what the hell is wrong rather than right with you is like a motto here.

I am exactly like this just like you. I have neurological issues with some major autoimmune disorder in combination with the autism and mood disorder and all that shit that's wrong with me and I don't have much for postsecondary marks to prove my dysfunction, but MENSA is now no longer able to score me according to the Norway site which was an interesting result for me as I've been going through some kind of savant syndrome the past two years and my addictions have plateaued and health plummeted. That's pretty fucked up.

I think that when you were doing that puzzle, you actually knew exactly how you were being off-putting to that man you were 'dating' because you explain exactly where you went wrong and then had to get your friends to voice to you why it's okay for you to be kind of mean like this because you're on a spectrum. There's nothing really that amazing here to me man.

I'm sorry if I'm being kind of (more than kind of) condescending here in my tone but this whole subject is such a special one for everyone involved - that no one actually gets what they want from the other in these situations. By not being honest with someone and telling them they need to leave if they're expecting a romantic partnership, and then you can't even be bothered to get off a fucking jigsaw puzzle to give the poor guy a hug? You need to start being kinder to people. That's all. When you want to be, obviously. Like me, right now. I'm not really being nice here, but I do mean well.

I'd go lay down with the guy though at least. I don't need a scripted sounding board to validate my autism either. I need to be made into the sweet, loving person I'd be trying to be if I was at your apartment or whatever and you were ignoring me to do a puzzle.

See the issue here man is you're doing the same thing everyone does when they see a smart autistic person.

I have level 3 autism. That's the most severe you can be. I do shit like this all the time - girl and I have a date, she walks me home (opposite direction to where she lives) with her bike, stands outside my apartment talking for 30 min, I eventually go 'well goodnight, I had fun' and go inside.

Then she sends a message saying I upset her, so I ask why. She says she wanted me to invite her inside and made that obvious. I'm here scratching my head and asking how it was obvious at all, seeing as I missed it. Apparently her going the opposite way and waiting around was obvious. Plus she wanted a kiss. But there was zero indication for that.

I apologised and asked her in the future to be very direct with me when she wanted physical affection given and that worked well for us during the period we dated. She would ask, I would happily give it. If I was unsure, I'd ask.

You're not understanding how autistic I am. This isn't mild, this is profound. Yes, I'm very articulate, but I'll spent 10 hours a day playing animal crossing and not eat, drink, piss, or shit.

I asked him over for lunch and a puzzle. He asked me if I wanted a cuddle, which I didn't, so I told him that and the reason why. When I invite people over for sex I say 'do you want to come over for sex' it is very very simple. Honestly if someone invited me out for lunch and then to do a puzzle and then acted like they wanted sex or pushed me in that direction I would be extremely annoyed because I would have gone with the expectation of lunch and a puzzle lol.

If my IQ was lower you wouldn't question my inability to pick up on social cues. I'm the level of autism where I was painting my friends house with him and he goes 'Eli I'm leaving a coke for you on the kitchen counter' then 6 hours later his partner goes 'Haydn why is there a warm coke sitting on the counter' and my friend goes 'Fuck Eli I forgot that if I don't put the drink or food directly in your waiting hands you won't even glance at it to eat it. I'll bring you another one' and he's right - this is why I have support workers paid for by my government for 5 hours a day, 7 days a week. And this is why I do intensive speech therapy, occupational therapy, psychology, positive behaviour support, and other interventions.

Your experience with autism is just that - yours. But mine is not the same. I am a kind, generous, good hearted person. And when I do fuck up, my first move is to always ask people exactly what I've done wrong so that I can apologise *right* and not just make a fake generic apology, then I can store that event in my brain and not do it again.

But then I miss things like being at the gym and lying in the middle of the path so my friend goes 'looks like you found a great place to sit' and I go 'i did yeah' then he sighs and goes 'fuck this autism man, you need to move you're in the way'

When I got diagnosed people weren't surprised at all, and the assessor told me that if I'd have been assigned male at birth I'd have been picked up ages ago, same if I was less intelligent.

My autism is actually so severe according to my report, that it actually got me granted disabilty payments against the general rules relating to autism. Usually a recent diagnosis cannot qualify you, but my 6 month old diagnosis did. That's the extent we are talking about.

Like dude, I can barely do anything. Being smart doesn't do shit for me, and I'm sick of people viewing autism as some cool little personality quirk. It's fucking debilitating man, and some of the shit I do is so illogical. It impacts *every* aspect of my life and I dream of waking up and being level 1 again like I was before I burnt out. Like if give anything for that.

People on this forum really don't have a solid grasp of autism more than their own diagnosis, and that concerns me.

Getting the government funding that I do to the extent I do, plus disability, would not be possible without the evidence of how much autism disables me.

I know the type of people you're thinking about who use their autism as an excuse, but mate, I wasn't diagnosed until August last year. As in, after I went on a date with that guy. Therefore, I wasn't able to use autism as an excuse since - no diagnosis. No diagnosis, means no excuse. I simply missed the cue. I've never had the chance to use it as an excuse because I grew up without the diagnosis. I just had to suck everything up and bottle it up until it all fell apart. So I'm aware some people who have been blessed with a long term diagnosis tend to sometimes do this, and I've been party to it throughout my life, I wasn't privileged with that ability.

I can't change your mind, but perhaps with this new information you may reconsider your opinion.

It is pretty poor form to talk over high support needs people. So few of us have the ability to communicate our thoughts, then when we do, people come in and invalidate what we say.

And I gotta say, I actually find it a bit bizarre that you think I need to put my personal boundaries aside for a guy I had been on literally TWO dates with because he wanted sex, all because 'he wanted romance' like the reason I invited him to do the puzzle was because he said to me that he liked doing puzzles. So to me I picked a fun, shared activity that we could enjoy while getting to know eachother more.

It isn't actually my fault he wanted to get laid immediately, that's on him.
 
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Another update in the 'annoying and unfortunate ways autism impacts me' is the events after my apartment flooded.

My hot water leaked, resulting in my entire carpet becoming sodden. Like so bad it was leaking into the apartment below. Water pooled when I walked.

On a Friday, so told they can't fix the hot water until Monday. And no further communication.

On Monday my support worker arrives and is shocked at the situation. The floor is still totally sodden, the kitchen is trashed, and the smell is fetid. She asks how I'm doing and I tell her honestly I'm struggling, I can't really cope with the sensory issue of the wet carpet on my bare feet (and shoes are another sensory issue) plus the smell is making me feel sick. But I say the agent hasn't responded to my email about the carpets.

She calls the agent 3 times and my support coordinator (the woman who organises the technical aspects of my funding) who explodes that I wasn't offered emergency accomodation out of landlords insurance. Calls the real estate company and informs them she's putting me in a hotel until the carpets are fixed or I move into my new place, whichever is first - using my funding - then they're to refund it. Rent is also to be waived.

I get moved. I feel so much better. Email from the agent, she admits that the carpets cannot, in fact, be cleaned. They're going to have to be ripped out due to the flooding.

So she actually admitted that they were literally going to let me stay in that sodden, mould growing, gross, not leasable apartment for 3 weeks. Unreal.

And the fucked thing is? I would have stayed. I wouldn't have complained about not being moved to a hotel. I'd have gone 'well, if I was in her position I would try to help as much as possible so I'm sure she's done what she could for me!'

No. There I sat, sad, sodden, and in sensory overload, naively thinking I was being helped.

And that is why autistic people are vulnerable.
 
Another point to make.

Can we please understand here how levels work? Yes, a person can be very smart and autistic. For example, level 1. This would make said person incredibly mildly impaired (possibly even someone who would suggest that more impaired people are faking their inability to pick up social cues because they pick them up better and don't understand the massive difference in impairment). They can be very smart and level 2 which results in significantly more impairment, but they can sort of manage to get by more or less. And you can have incredibly smart people who are level 3, people like myself who are completely debilitatingly affected by this condition.

Then you can have a person with an intellectual disabilty who is level 1. They will struggle more with their intellectual disabilty than the autism. Then ID plus level 2. Starting to get very severely impaired at this stage, a big jump. And finally, intellectual disability plus level 3.

That is the group people most often think about when they conjure up an image of severe autism. A non verbal, intellectually disabled person who can barely function without 24/7 support.

But again, as I mentioned - the autism is what is being assessed, not the intelligence. So me and the latter people actually have the same level of impairment from autism, more or less, but vastly different experiences living with our cognition.

And I'm being very honest when I say (as someone who has been level 1 and level 3) that life as a level 1 is not comparable to being level 3. It just isn't. When I was level 1, my autism (which was then undiagnosed and didn't need to be) was a personality quirk. When I missed social cues it was endearing, awkward, and funny. When I was too direct I was 'valued for speaking the truth' and when I had sensory issues it was just 'eli being Eli'

After I got diagnosed, some friends refused to accept my level and stated that they considered me overdiagnosed (as the experts they were) despite having known me to do all sorts of astoundingly severely autistic things over the years. I had friends who promised to help communication between us and read articles which would help them converse better with an autistic friend while I hammered away speech therapy for an hour a fortnight to do the same for them. And they didn't end up doing it. I lost friends who didn't like my unfiltered behaviour with my 'weird stimming' and thought it made them look uncool.

I gained friends too, mainly other late diagnosed people who I could connect with and speak about my experiences with.

So like, I get that a certain poster in here thinks that I actually knew exactly what I was doing with that guy, but clearly absolutely had no clue since I had to ask a friend I am entirely aware that 'netflix and chill' means to have sex, which I have learnt from context. However, 'lunch and a puzzle' when the other party has expressed interest in puzzles as well, would seem to be safely assumed to be intended to be that activity, unless blatantly stated otherwise. And you need to conceptualise all this from a spectrum from levels 1-3 where a level 1 person really probably would pick up on that, after several prompts. But a level 3 person? My non verbal client will not do anything (and I mean anything) but craft for 12 hours straight without a prompt. I was obsessed by puzzling at that point in time and my life revolved around finishing that particular one. He never had a chance.

I'm honestly getting super exhausted with other forum members having rather crap opinions on other people's autism diagnoses. I don't pass comment on theirs, so why is mine up for fair game?

I've refrained from posting an image of my diagnostic letter but perhaps @mal3volent could affirm that it is, in fact, real?
 
Yes, I've seen Eli's diagnostic letter with his full name and doctor signature. Says he meets level 2 and level 3 criteria. It's legit.

And the 2 was before it was upgraded when the government funding we're funding me at level 2 instead of 3 because I was borderline anyway, so it's 3/3 and I just don't have a letter and didn't think Mal had to read a 25 page assessment
 
I can honestly say I dont know a great deal about autism ..or trans ...im just an older acid head from the 70s.Your posts Eligiu and others have given me an understanding and awareness that I would not have found except for your candid honesty.For that alone I thank you all.They say we never stop learning ...so true ...Im learning lots.
 
I can honestly say I dont know a great deal about autism ..or trans ...im just an older acid head from the 70s.Your posts Eligiu and others have given me an understanding and awareness that I would not have found except for your candid honesty.For that alone I thank you all.They say we never stop learning ...so true ...Im learning lots.

Hey man you keep learning that's all we ask. If you would like I am happy to answer questions about being trans from my own personal experience and explain some commonly agreed upon things which you may want to know more about. And I can explain as well how autism works in my life and my clients from that perspective.

I find it encouraging that you are willing to learn and take new information on board. So many younger people are unwilling to do so and even in the face of overwhelming evidence will argue until they're blue in the face.
 
i was diagnosed with autism over 3 years ago after my parents pushed me for it.
I wish my family was supportive like that. I had my suspicions years ago, but every time I brought it up they quite literally ignored the issue. They still do now, even after my diagnosis. If I bring it up, they just go quiet or change the subject.

I'm not really sure why. If I were to guess I believe they assume I'm attempting it to use it as some sort of excuse for my behavior, shortcomings and addiction issues.

Same thing with schizophrenia, they do not like talking about it, they never ask me about it. It's just not something ever discussed.

It's almost like they're scared of it or something... idk. My parents are both fairly "old school" and grew up in a time where mental illness diagnosis was rudimentary, never really discussed and only diagnosed in extreme cases.

I remember the time I was diagnosed with schizophrenia and reaching out to my dad. Trying to explain to him what happened, that I'm in a psychosis and really need support. His entire reaction was just "uhhh, ok, that's weird" and never asked further... it felt pretty awful.

my lived experience of autism is very different to a lot of that stated in this thread, which is why i urge caution regarding generalising from what you read here.
agree 100%
 
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Autistic. Other people use the label Aspergers, but I don't; I go straight at it, because most people have really crazy ideas when it comes to autism. I won't skate around it. Autistic. No, I've never had the urge to go kill people, JFC!

Asynchronous development. Really high IQ, though nobody knows the number for sure. Over 150 -- they got that much in 3rd grade when I was a massive disruption in the class and they brought someone in. But they gave up working with me after a while and told my school and parents there was no point: I knew what he was after and would give it to him. I've been bobbing and weaving ever since, giving misleading results on every direct and indirect measure of intelligence I've noted; a pathological and hopeless desire to be "normal." That ship has sailed; I finally figured that one out.

Self-directed learning. Checked out of the educational process the 2nd or 3rd week of kindergarten. Can we please move on and stop the droning nightmare? No? I read books in class and as long as I didn't disrupt, cool. Let's call my formal education haphazard and and a mashup of brilliance and trainwrecks -- so painful when I look back on it and wonder what might have been.

Social isolation. Life is lonely even in the midst of people. I never can seem to get any friendships going; when I stop calling/contacting, the relationship dies. I have a wife and family, and that's the only people who get me. My wife had a father who was OBVIOUSLY what people call Aspergers, so when I met her, she got me. There's something that causes me to not click with people, and I have no idea what it is. The things I'm interested in seem to be of no interest to anyone else. Oh well. The hardest part is that I really like people.

Abuse. I grew up in a time when autism was very poorly understood -- even more than now -- and I got the shit beat out of me for being stubborn, talking back, being difficult, being a know-it-all, etc. Locked in dark places when I was small, spankings->belts->wood->head through drywall twice (missed the studs). Burned with cigarettes by a mother who had to be mentally ill at the time. And the verbal stuff was endless from everywhere: I disappointed them; if only I would live up to my potential; I was lazy -- I heard it all. My fucking BODY LANGUAGE told them things that weren't true, but they knew better than I did what was up; I was clearly lying through my teeth. A well-known autism researcher mentioned to me in an e-mail exchange that she had never seen an autistic person without trauma.

Substance abuse. Glue and organic solvents in elementary school->well, here I am. Had an intervention a decade ago, and pulled it together. Self-medicating is huge in the community. Make the pain go away.

Zero self-esteem. Why should I have any? I can hear the words and they mean nothing. I look past them to figure out why they would say something like that; what is their goal? A therapist gave me a paper on self-compassion once, and though I could understand the words and sentences, the ideas made no sense at all; gibberish to me. The internal self-talk is brutal.

That's me. No idea why it came out, but there it is. Gonna hit Post before I just delete it.
 
Autistic. Other people use the label Aspergers, but I don't; I go straight at it, because most people have really crazy ideas when it comes to autism. I won't skate around it. Autistic. No, I've never had the urge to go kill people, JFC!

Asynchronous development. Really high IQ, though nobody knows the number for sure. Over 150 -- they got that much in 3rd grade when I was a massive disruption in the class and they brought someone in. But they gave up working with me after a while and told my school and parents there was no point: I knew what he was after and would give it to him. I've been bobbing and weaving ever since, giving misleading results on every direct and indirect measure of intelligence I've noted; a pathological and hopeless desire to be "normal." That ship has sailed; I finally figured that one out.

Self-directed learning. Checked out of the educational process the 2nd or 3rd week of kindergarten. Can we please move on and stop the droning nightmare? No? I read books in class and as long as I didn't disrupt, cool. Let's call my formal education haphazard and and a mashup of brilliance and trainwrecks -- so painful when I look back on it and wonder what might have been.

Social isolation. Life is lonely even in the midst of people. I never can seem to get any friendships going; when I stop calling/contacting, the relationship dies. I have a wife and family, and that's the only people who get me. My wife had a father who was OBVIOUSLY what people call Aspergers, so when I met her, she got me. There's something that causes me to not click with people, and I have no idea what it is. The things I'm interested in seem to be of no interest to anyone else. Oh well. The hardest part is that I really like people.

Abuse. I grew up in a time when autism was very poorly understood -- even more than now -- and I got the shit beat out of me for being stubborn, talking back, being difficult, being a know-it-all, etc. Locked in dark places when I was small, spankings->belts->wood->head through drywall twice (missed the studs). Burned with cigarettes by a mother who had to be mentally ill at the time. And the verbal stuff was endless from everywhere: I disappointed them; if only I would live up to my potential; I was lazy -- I heard it all. My fucking BODY LANGUAGE told them things that weren't true, but they knew better than I did what was up; I was clearly lying through my teeth. A well-known autism researcher mentioned to me in an e-mail exchange that she had never seen an autistic person without trauma.

Substance abuse. Glue and organic solvents in elementary school->well, here I am. Had an intervention a decade ago, and pulled it together. Self-medicating is huge in the community. Make the pain go away.

Zero self-esteem. Why should I have any? I can hear the words and they mean nothing. I look past them to figure out why they would say something like that; what is their goal? A therapist gave me a paper on self-compassion once, and though I could understand the words and sentences, the ideas made no sense at all; gibberish to me. The internal self-talk is brutal.

That's me. No idea why it came out, but there it is. Gonna hit Post before I just delete it.
Thank you so much for sharing that <3
 
Autistic. Other people use the label Aspergers, but I don't; I go straight at it, because most people have really crazy ideas when it comes to autism. I won't skate around it. Autistic. No, I've never had the urge to go kill people, JFC!

Asynchronous development. Really high IQ, though nobody knows the number for sure. Over 150 -- they got that much in 3rd grade when I was a massive disruption in the class and they brought someone in. But they gave up working with me after a while and told my school and parents there was no point: I knew what he was after and would give it to him. I've been bobbing and weaving ever since, giving misleading results on every direct and indirect measure of intelligence I've noted; a pathological and hopeless desire to be "normal." That ship has sailed; I finally figured that one out.

Self-directed learning. Checked out of the educational process the 2nd or 3rd week of kindergarten. Can we please move on and stop the droning nightmare? No? I read books in class and as long as I didn't disrupt, cool. Let's call my formal education haphazard and and a mashup of brilliance and trainwrecks -- so painful when I look back on it and wonder what might have been.

Social isolation. Life is lonely even in the midst of people. I never can seem to get any friendships going; when I stop calling/contacting, the relationship dies. I have a wife and family, and that's the only people who get me. My wife had a father who was OBVIOUSLY what people call Aspergers, so when I met her, she got me. There's something that causes me to not click with people, and I have no idea what it is. The things I'm interested in seem to be of no interest to anyone else. Oh well. The hardest part is that I really like people.

Abuse. I grew up in a time when autism was very poorly understood -- even more than now -- and I got the shit beat out of me for being stubborn, talking back, being difficult, being a know-it-all, etc. Locked in dark places when I was small, spankings->belts->wood->head through drywall twice (missed the studs). Burned with cigarettes by a mother who had to be mentally ill at the time. And the verbal stuff was endless from everywhere: I disappointed them; if only I would live up to my potential; I was lazy -- I heard it all. My fucking BODY LANGUAGE told them things that weren't true, but they knew better than I did what was up; I was clearly lying through my teeth. A well-known autism researcher mentioned to me in an e-mail exchange that she had never seen an autistic person without trauma.

Substance abuse. Glue and organic solvents in elementary school->well, here I am. Had an intervention a decade ago, and pulled it together. Self-medicating is huge in the community. Make the pain go away.

Zero self-esteem. Why should I have any? I can hear the words and they mean nothing. I look past them to figure out why they would say something like that; what is their goal? A therapist gave me a paper on self-compassion once, and though I could understand the words and sentences, the ideas made no sense at all; gibberish to me. The internal self-talk is brutal.

That's me. No idea why it came out, but there it is. Gonna hit Post before I just delete it.

This reads as some bizarre text you typed out and didn't know whether to hit post.

I'm very glad you did. Thanks for adding your experiences.
 
Hey guys I've deleted a couple of posts, as you can see. Any questions, please PM me. Please keep the discussion in this thread on the topic of personal, subjective experiences of autism.

Thank you for stepping in. I never wanted this thread to replace autism resources online nor could it hope to.

But it can serve as a dumping ground for people's vents/rants/ramblings, a place of connection, and an avenue for neurotypical people to see how diverse and varied each one of us is.
 
felt like ranting for a minute

There are many memories and aspects of my life which I often think back on but never really connected with autism because I didn't know until I was nearly in my 30s.

I remember riding the school bus when I was young and having this very peculiar realization and emotion. I felt like my soul was different from everyone, as if I was an observer in the world and not a participant. Even though I can interact with them, I can't connect with them. I'd probably be the only kid on the bus just sitting silent by himself deep in thought while every other kid was joking around, being loud and playing. It was also around this time when I noticed I had a difficult time looking people in the eye and maintaining eye contact.

I was introduced to drugs so damn young. When I was 11 I had an emergency appendectomy and was in a hospital bed with IV morphine for 2 weeks. I was only 11, but remember absolutely loving morphine. I remember the burning in my vein, as it traveled up to my shoulder and then bliss. I remember hitting the nurse button many times and they would always give me more. Little did I know then, it would become a major issue.

When I was 12 I began to spend a lot more time on my computer, taught myself web design and started isolating more. My older sister began to force me to smoke weed, nearly every day. I guess she thought it was funny or cool. My cousin gave me a very high dose of DXM a few times. My sister would give me vodka. They were just feeding me drugs. I began to actually enjoy them after awhile, especially the weed and alcohol.

When I was 13 I found chess, something I could focus on and was exceedingly talented at. Something my brain was good at and I could sink into. Coincidentally the school I went to was one of the best grade school chess club in the whole country. I excelled very rapidly. We won the national title that year for 5 man team, a team I was on. It actually came down to my last game, I won, then we won the whole thing by .5 points. I was proud and actually felt at place in life for once.

When I was 14 it went downhill so incredibly fast. I was introduced to my friend L who was the school male alpha drug kid (that's how he came off). Within a few months of freshman year I had already done heroin, meth and cocaine (it was everywhere next to the border). I fell into the druggy crowd VERY quickly, it was such an easy fit. You can be weird, awkward, crazy it doesn't matter. We all had that one common interest and that's all we ever did, nothing else about you mattered. You could be silent, as long as you had $5 for that bag of H, you were included and welcomed. An awkward autistic kid is so vulnerable to this. I started hanging out at gas stations and doing heroin after school every single damn day. Stopped playing chess, stopped everything. That's when everything fell apart and my life went downhill very very quickly. My first rehab was 15, first drug arrest at 16, was in my first psych ward, then continuous reform schools and rehabs from age 17 until the day I turned 18. My 17th birthday party was while I was in a psych ward. I remember being pissed off that they made me a cake, I only got once slice and then they gave the rest to all the other psycho kids in there with me (lol).

got side tracked a bit, but I basically became obsessed with drugs and nothing else

anyways just felt like typing out my thoughts for a minute, this isn't an autobiography
 
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I just realised as well like that dude who said I was an asshole for 'knowing' what I was doing to that guy with the puzzle.

Do you not actually understand consent? I said I didn't want a cuddle, that is my boundary and one I am entitled to have. He doesn't get sex for coming on a second date with me. He had also indicated multiple times that he liked doing puzzles, which is why I selected the activity I thought we could share happily together. I then hyperfocussed due to not realising he was less interested.

If I say no to physical contact, that is my lack of consent. It's the same fucking reason I ask 'may I kiss you please' when I would like to kiss someone because I literally cannot read their damn body language, it's a complete mystery to me. And the absolute last thing I want to do is just kiss them when they don't want it, so I directly ask. If they say no, they say no.

He continued to ask me. That shows a level of him disrespecting my boundaries rather than my being a dick. And I've routinely been taken advantage of by more physical men who pressure me into certain sexual activities and I say no at first then relent when they add pressure.

It's why despite being smart I'm a listed vulnerable person on government files.

If I'm sitting with a girl on a couch and and puts her arm around me and moves her position I wont be able to figure out whether she's uncomfortable, bored, stuff, cold, warm, wanting to be closer, flirting - nothing. It's nothing to me.

Perhaps it means something to other people but that is why there is a scale of rating autisms severity, so that people can see how they may have a version of the disorder which causes far less impairment.

And @This Guy, I also do not consider myself a Mensa level genius or a anything of the sort such as a savant. I am concerned I will become obnoxious if I'm any smarter so have happily remained in 'smart enough to get everything I need done, dumb enough to know I'm sometimes not right' in a very content way. I grew up with a father who thought he was a genius. Still does. I lived with a stoner who said he was in mensa and was also Autistic yet one of the most unfathomably stupid people I've met by threatening me, the law student, with court over rent due on an unsigned lease when he sold drugs from the premises.

I've never been tested. I dipped out of the classroom. I filled in the answers randomly and handed it to the teacher who asked whether I was seriously done because it's a hard test. I said I was and he said I'd probably get a bad mark. I said I didn't care because IQ tests are meaningless and they measure a person's capacity to learn in an ideal environment with the best support, not their overall potential. And then whole 28 other students trawled through this test I got to sit outside in the sun for an extra hour and have double lunch.

I've met kids who never finished school who are more switched on than people I know who attended theost exclusive private schools in the city.

Honestly intelligence doesn't mean that much to me unless you can combine it with common sense, which to me seems somewhat lacking here if you're suggesting that somehow, before I got diagnosed, I deceptively told a guy I was 'seriously dating' (after meeting him twice) that we could have had sex but I just wanted to rudely do a puzzle that he was also interested in as a correct interpretation of the facts.

It make have been slightly more prudent to have questioned me politely for further details before making a large number of false assumptions because you wanted to come off as more reassured about your autism than me, and that's fine. But I only just got diagnosed so this is all very new to me and it's aimed at people who are newly diagnosed too for us to discover things about ourselves, vent and generally find support from eachother.

Not to have someone come in and tear us down and accuse us of being an asshole for something we couldn't have done.

And the reason I was able to explain so well what I did wrong with him? Literally a direct result of my friend explaining it to me lmao.
 
Honestly I just love how differently it's written to any other posts in this thread. It's not strictly grammatically correct but it's fascinating and makes it stick out.
Thanks. I can write all good and stuff, and be, like, sooo grammatical -- I spent a decade copyediting mostly SF/fantasy in NYC -- but I can also be all over the place depending how I'm feeling. "Idiomatic expression" FTW.
 
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