So yesterday I found out that I've been "outed" - not in the usual sense of the term, but with regards to my having Asperger Syndrome (
link, for the Google-impaired).
See, I've spent a lot of my recent life with the intention of not telling anyone about it, such that I don't receive any special treatment. Like a lot of people who are labeled with mental disorders, diseases or disabilities, I don't want to be seen as different. I don't want people to stretch their boundaries for me just because I have a label attached to my identity. What I want is for people to see me for who I am / who I'm trying to be, and if they then choose to give me space to act a bit eccentric, then so be it. Basically, I want to have genuine interactions with people, rather than having them interact through some "safety net" of acceptable conversations, activities or behaviours.
Now, I found out yesterday that someone had outed me to a friend of mine at work, not a week after I started there (this was years ago, now). Fortunately my friend is the kind of person who doesn't let labels sway them. However, all of today I couldn't help but wonder who else knows, and who's being real with me.
I often wonder about things like that, as AS is characterised by being deficient in picking up social cues, facial expressions and other such indirect "subtleties" that go unmentioned in a typical interaction. Of course, I've gotten pretty good at it in recent years, and really, should trust myself to pick up on these things, as I have a pretty reliable success rate these days
[1].
Anyway, I became quite upset at the fact that this was now something out of my control - a facet of
my own life, subtly affecting the interactions I have on a day-to-day basis, which now operates primarily on the whim of others. All the effort I'd put in to building this life I'd crafted for myself was
wasted effort.
It wasn't until later that I realised a few things that calmed me.
Firstly, the realisation that this is always going to happen.
Of course there's going to be things in my life I can't control. That's part of living.
Next, I remembered that my friend had not acted in any avoidant way, or demonstrated any prejudice toward me on the basis of knowing about my AS. The same would be true of any person I want to associate with. So, no great loss there - the people who would "act fake" around me aren't the people I'd normally befriend.
Then finally, I realised that were somebody to give special treatment to me in whatever situation, and they pulled it off without me noticing, then I would be none the wiser, and wouldn't care at all. So, if I were to notice, why should I change my tune based on the fact that this person is a terrible actor? The differentiation would be one entirely in my head - and any emotional pain something I had created for myself - thus the best course of action is to not consider it insulting, but to simply accept that some people will do this, and others won't.
This has been... a rather enlightening day for me
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Later, I sat at the piano and played with a few melodies. Some stuff came out quite dark, others uplifting in places. I'd never put a lot of thought into it, but it turns out that
I can, in fact, write music (ie. not solely percussion).
I think I'm finally ready to sleep tonight.
Peace, light & love to all.
- Raw
[1] Perhaps I'm the one who needs to treat myself as "real", and stop labelling
myself? Who was it that said that everything we hate about other people is first something we hate about ourselves?