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Posted on: 2017-05-04 22:39:00 UTC
I have undiagnosed autism, diagnosed emotional dysregulation, possible ADD, and a diagnoses that keeps flipping between anxiety and depression. I also get weird attacks where I have absolutely no ability to tell the difference between a good idea and a bad one and I don’t even realize that my judgement is impaired; if the pattern holds, it shouldn’t happen again for a couple of years.
I’m a lot like Julia on Sesame Street. There is nothing to overcome, this is just who I am.
I absolutely do not get connotation. There are positive words and negative words, but I cannot tell the difference. I find it hard to articulate what’s in my head. I see my own writing and judge that the tone is level. Sometimes I read what you’re saying and might pick up condensation where there is none, or completely miss an angry subtext. Sometimes I don’t understand things right away. I tried parroting so that I wouldn’t use any “bad words” but I’ll stop because someone thinks I’m mocking.
I was taught never to say “you’re wrong” or “you hurt me” and I have no clue on how to articulate it tactfully. It’s common for aspies to say something rude or insulting while meaning to be nice. I have never done anything out of malice. In good faith, I ignore a lot of perceived provocations. By the time I mention not liking something, I’m pretty close to a meltdown. If you see lashing out, it’s either unarticulated pain or something completely innocuous that’s perceived with the wrong intent. There is also a bit of anxiety whenever I say, “I don’t like this.” I get flashbacks to bullies who would then do it more because I’ve told them how to get a reaction.
I apologize for trying to talk about how I’m feeling. I didn’t talk to them; this is a new mistake. I don’t have a stim that can soothe it. I have no choice but to bottle up my emotions until I start flailing and screaming at the furniture.
If not saying anything is a god-given right, then why do I keep getting attacked for “maliciously ignoring” people?
Even if I had been in a reasonable state of mind that night, I thought that what I did was not necessarily good, but perfectly acceptable. After all, it was done to me for what felt like months and it didn’t feel like ignoring it or saying how I felt about it was doing anything. No one said anything about it. I dreaded coming here, knowing that you would push me closer to a meltdown. Maybe if I had used the word “stop” you would have.
I’ll be going away for a while.