Autism and friendship struggles

One of the things I find most difficult in life is making and keeping friends. There are two reasons why:

Reason 1: Cognitive empathy

I hope you know that ‘autistic people have no empathy’ is a silly myth.

There are actually two types of empathy:

  • affective empathy: the ability to understand how someone else is feeling
  • cognitive empathy; the ability to understand what someone else is thinking

Autistic people feel affective empathy just as neurotypical people do, but we tend to have more extreme sensitivities to this. Some autistic people are undersensitive and can’t feel it much, and some are oversensitive and can feel it much more than most people. Personally, I am oversensitive, which means that I tend to get emotionally over invested in things and people. But cognitive empathy is where most of my difficulties lie in terms of friendship.

Neurotypical people have what I call an ‘instinctive brain’. This means that knowing what to say in social situations and understanding others comes naturally. Their brain has the magical ability to just tell them what to say or to understand the social aspects of life, from what I’ve been told.

However, autistic people have ‘systematic brains’. I learn by experience. This applies to most things: understanding internal bodily sensations and what emotions they mean I am feeling, how to talk to people; and since we are on the topic of friendships: cognitive empathy.

To put it simply, if I meet someone new I immensely struggle to understand them and their point of view. As a result, I am easily tricked and scammed by people on the street.

Recently, someone told me they needed £20 to buy petrol to go and see their mum who was in hospital after having a heart attack and they said they would pay me back later if I gave them my phone number. So I gave them my last £20 that had to last me 2 days. An hour later, I realised that I didn’t have their number so couldn’t contact them, and that the hospital was only a 20 minute walk away, so of course he just wanted to steal my money. Thanks brain.

On the plus side, like I said I learn by experience. The more I see, talk to and get to know an individual, the more I understand them. If I have known someone for long enough, I eventually get up to the point where it seems like I instinctively understand that person, when really it’s just lots of practice, analysing and reflecting.

To have positive experiences with and develop friendships with people, you need to have a good level of understanding of them. You need to work out whether the person actually likes you and wants to spend time with you, whether they just say they are your friend so they can use you or they aren’t really your friend and spend time with you because they have sympathy for you, amongst a plethora of other reasons. This is without even trying to work out likes and dislikes, their personality, what it is appropriate to talk to them about, their sense of humour, what makes them angry and more. There is a lot to work out and meeting new people takes a toll.

This is before taking into account the silly things neurotypical people do too. Like not being honest and genuine so you are misinformed about how they are really feeling and ‘fluffing things up’, or when they don’t give you enough information to come to a proper judgement. Just as there are things to learn about an individual, there are just as many strange ways of using language that are incompatible with an autistic brain.

And of course people change all the time, so knowing someone also dooms you to an endless process of analysing and reflecting. All of this makes meeting new people absolutely exhausting.

Some days, I just sit in my room and avoid people all day to have a break from all of this. Other days, I come home and I am too mentally exhausted to relax, so I sit and do nothing instead of reading a book or playing some games.

By the way, the above is the process for getting to know one individual. Group situations make this process even more tiresome and difficult.

Reason 2: Reciprocity

The key to a positive friendship is reciprocity. That is making sure there is a similar amount of give and take in the friendship.

I didn’t realise until recently that in most of my friendships I was giving but not getting anything in return. People used to be friends with me because I helped them with their homework, with studying and other things like that. If I didn’t help with education, most of these people wouldn’t have even spoken to me. When I decided to stop masking so much and stop hiding the fact that I’m autistic, I realised I had to stop associating with these people. Even though I could call them ‘friends’, I was using all of my energy pleasing them without anything in return, and it isn’t fair. So now I have a lot less friends, but people I still enjoy spending time with are real friends, and I am a real friend for them too, as far as I am aware

The problem here is calculating the value of the reciprocity.

How do you put a value on the amount of positivity someone has received from the time you have spent with them? If I have had a more positive time than them, what and how much do I give to balance things out? Have they lost out by being with me because they could have spent the time doing other things? What about time itself, how much value does that have? Is the other person’s time more valuable than mine? As you can see, this gets complicated, that’s before even thinking about the smaller things, like buying things for each other, doing each other favours and even smaller things than that:

If I’m invited somewhere with someone and they’re driving, how much do I offer them for parking? If they insist they’re paying, do I still need to pay anyway so that I’m not taking too much? This sort of thing literally takes over my mind. A few weeks ago I went to Leeds with someone to watch a film premiere. Unfortunately, the parking couldn’t be paid for until we were ready to leave. This meant that I spent most of the time worrying about how much I need to pay, whether or not the there person would let me pay some money towards it and the implications of different scenarios. In the end, I got money out to pay half the cost and he refused and paid it all, and this still comes to my mind because it feels like I have taken something but didn’t give anything in return, meaning that our relationship is unbalanced.

Being autistic and anxious about most things, I try my best to make sure I get the least amount from other people and give as much to other people as possible. I refuse to let anyone spend any money on me or do too much for me, because I am so anxious about the implications this will have on the reciprocity and don’t want to comprise a positive friendship with someone by doing so. Though I am more than happy to spend most of my money on other people (as long as they don’t do it in return). The more important I feel someone is in my life, the more I hate it when they give me things. The downside of this way of thinking is that I can easily overwhelm people by offering too much, which actually happens a lot more than you may think.

I spend the majority of my spare time thinking about reciprocity. One thing that has been on my mind recently is that one of my autistic traits is being a perfectionist and as a result I am a very sore loser. The problem with this is that if I beat people in games I feel like I’m taking a lot without giving and as a result ruining a friendship, but if I lose a game I get annoyed and react negatively, which again has negative implications. I really wish I could be happy about losing as gaming can create a huge imbalance, and I’m sure it has several times. Surely if I lose on purpose for the benefit of the other person it shouldn’t really matter? But according to my brain, that’s not the case. I haven’t managed to last more than 5 minutes after letting someone beat me, before telling them I lost on purpose as my brain doesn’t deal with it very well.

I would list other things that I factor in and things I think about, but the list is endless, so I’ll move on.

Now combine reason 1 and reason 2.

When I meet new people, I don’t just not understand them, but I don’t understand their understanding of the reciprocity of our relationship, meaning I am absolutely clueless as to knowing where I stand with them and whether or not I am being a good friend to them, or they are being a good one to me.

When I first meet people who I feel are important to me or who I am developing a friendship with, they are all I can think about. I say a lot that my brain needs certainty. I need to know where I stand with people and everything needs to be in depth and clear. If not, it feels my brain is trying to complete an unsolvable puzzle. Therefore, new friends take up a tremendous amount of time and energy, not just when I’m with them, but when I’m alone. I get literally obsessed with the person with pretty much no escape. I’ve realised over the years that the only way to stop this is by seeing them lots and lots until the overthinking stops as I know them so well that my brain doesn’t have to analyse as much. This is why I’m reluctant to meet new people and it is very difficult to make friends. If I meet too many people, it stops me from being able to focus on anything, whether it is work, or just having fun. For me, the difficulty isn’t just finding people who I share interests with and who have a mutual enjoyment with me like how friendships work for neurotypical, but also all of the above.

I hope I have written this clearly enough for you to understand. Please let me know if not and I will try and make some changes.

 

 

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Environmental Adaptions for Autistic People

Hi everyone,

This is literally a list of environmental adaptations (in no particular order) to make environments as sensory friendly as possible, compiled from the views of autistic people, with a few random bold words so it looks less boring. Try and get as many of these adaptations in place as possible! I hope you find this useful:

  • Availability of a quiet room/ sensory space
  • No bright hard lights. Use soft lights with dimmer switches
  • Replace white colours with cream
  • Soundless air filter
  • No or silent hair dryers
  • Light protection at windows e.g. Black out curtains. Not blinds.
  • Carpet flooring
  • No blaring fire alarms. A voice saying fire or similar instead.
  • Sound absorbing materials
  • Materials that do not reflect light
  • Reduce ambient noise (fridges, AC machines, lighting, alarm systems etc.)
  • Easy read signs
  • Simple building layout
  • Plain walls – only essentials and minimal decoration
  • No automatic flushing toilets
  • Fragrance free items
  • Not open plan, but lots of space
  • No off gassing paints/ furnishings
  • Soundproofing between walls and floors
  • At least double glazing
  • Corkboard noticeboards to absorb sound
  • Silent clocks
  • No or quiet music
  • Natural smelling toilets e.g. extraction fan
  • Low ceilings
  • No harsh cleaning chemicals – use soap and water?
  • Greenery nearby to escape to
  • Comfortable furniture
  • Natural fibres rather than plastic
  • Multiple entrances
  • Zone warnings (low sensory zone, high sensory zone etc.)
  • No draughts

Please remember that these adaptations are for people who are hypersensitive to particular senses, so people who are hyposensitive may have different preferences, but it is much safer and easier to accommodate for people who are hypersensitive to reduce anxiety and meltdowns, and give hyposensitive people the tools to get sensory feedback self regulate that do not affect others.

Please let me know if you think anything else should be added to the list 🙂

The Negatives of Autism

Usually I am very positive about being autistic. But today I want share a few reasons why I sometimes hate being autistic.

Initiation error

Sometimes I wake up and have loads of things to do, but I just don’t do them. I can sit at a desk for 12 hours straight and not do a single thing (except watch extracts of Gordon Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares, Jeremy Kyle, This Morning and other useless rubbish on YouTube of course). This is to do with executive functioning.

Executive functioning difficulties are very common in autistic people which can result in difficulties in things such as: initiating actions, impulse control, planning, using working memory and inhibition (the ability to block out or reduce the impact of things such as sensory input and thoughts, meaning that meaningless things can feel more important for autistic people than they do for others).

You read right, my brain actually thinks that watching Jeremy Kyle is more important than starting an assignment that is due the next day sometimes.

Setting your oven on fire because you forgot you were cooking 

Another issue poor executive functioning causes is having rubbish working memory. I forget to pass on important information at work, I forget what I have just spent the whole day doing (8 times so far this week someone has asked how my day has been, or what I have done recently, and my response has been ‘I have no idea’) and I burn lots of food when I am cooking, which includes setting the oven on fire the first ever time I used it when I was 18, because I forgot I even put something in the oven.

Now, I use constant timers, reminders and write everything down, because otherwise everything will go wrong.

It’s strange though, as I have a pretty good long term memory and remember some short term details, but not others (ask me how many kills I got in every game of Fortnite I played last night, or ask me if I have a certain Pokémon in my collection of over 1000 Pokémon cards and I can tell you, but don’t ask me what I ate yesterday).

When you don’t have enough information to solve something you “need” to solve

Autistic people strive off certainty. If we miss out a tiny detail, it can send our brains into overdrive while we try and solve the unsolvable.

Last week I was asked to go shopping at work. A few items included:

  • Apples
  • Chicken
  • Snacks

Apples – First of all, there are over 7,500 types of apple, how the hell do I know which one the person wants? At the shop I went to there were 7 different types. I’m sure most neurotypicals can cope with this, but how the hell am I supposed to choose? That’s before even getting started on how many apples they want!

Chicken – Do they want it dead or alive? Do they want a leg or a breast? Or do they just want me to go insane?

Snacks – Asking me to buy snacks is just mental torture. What does that even mean?

So I had an hour to buy a list of 53 items, 37 of which were not specific enough for my brain to comprehend, while I was in a supermarket where my phone had no signal (which I wouldn’t use to phone the staff anyway because they will probably get annoyed with me for struggling to do a task as simple as shopping, and I will get anxious because the new viewpoint they will have on me will take a while for me to understand and process). Oh, and I was worrying the whole time about what to do if I didn’t have enough money, or if I had spent too much. The stress and anxiety this caused was tremendous.

To make things even worse, TWO OF THE ITEMS ON THE LIST WEREN’T IN THE SUPERMARKET!!!

I got back with my ambiguous bags of shopping, awaiting my doom, to realise that no one really cared about what I bought or that some things were missing. Still, this experience was super duper stressful. Now apply this concept to every single time an autistic person is in a situation where things aren’t explicit and detailed enough for their needs. And trust me, there tends to be ALOT of these.

When you don’t have enough energy to brush your teeth or put on your pyjamas before you go to sleep 

This is related to spoon theory.   Sometimes, I get home and I am so exhausted from the day that I just drop all of my stuff onto the ground, crawl into bed and sleep, without getting to do anything fun beforehand.

When you can’t get to sleep 

When I eventually crawl into bed, I sometimes can’t sleep anyway because I am trying to solve something unsolvable, or my brain is busy analysing the day to the very last detail. You won’t believe the amount of times my colleagues have thought I’ve been on a night out and done an all nighter at work, when in fact I was in bed before 9pm.

Thinking of 97 things a brick can be used for in 5 minutes 

My brain is constantly in overdrive mode. Oh what I would do for a day off every once in a while. Does any neurotypicals want to swap for the day?

At uni once we had a starter activity where we had to name as many uses for a brick as we can in 5 minutes as an ice breaker. Everyone was in groups of two or more, but I did it on my own because I’m me. Anyway, the second place team scored 19 different reasons. That didn’t compete with the 97 reasons my brain managed to come up with. Did you know if you split a brick in half, and give half to a friend, it can be a fantastic token of friendship when you meet up and join them together?

Struggling to sit still

About 40% of autistic people are under sensitive to balance, and there is a high prevalence of ADHD in autistic people too. Both of these make it very difficult to sit still and concentrate. At university, I didn’t go to lectures because I couldn’t sit still for 2 hours straight. On public transport I wedge my body between seats as the sensory feedback means there is less of a need to move. This is worse in the mornings, when I need lots of feedback and need to do lots of stimming in order to keep focused on whatever I am doing.

Clumsiness 

Research shows that 100% of autistic people have some form of motor difficulty (yes you read that right). When I go to a training course, meeting or other similar event, I don’t introduce myself first, I say “I’m sorry in advance if I knock the table and spill your coffee”. I also say sorry at least 30 times a day. Even if someone bumps into me and it is their fault, my brain is at the point where it must apologise for EVERYTHING because I am so used to being the culprit. I actually said sorry to someone a few weeks ago after they punched me in the face.

 

By the way, having a negative post like this doesn’t mean I am not happy with who I am. I think to be self accepting, you need to accept everything; both the good and the bad.

Please also remember that since autism is a spectrum, so not all of this applies to every autistic person!

Sorry if this is a big grammatically incorrect or seems rushed. My battery is low and I wanted to publish it before I make my way home and either forget I wrote this or struggle to finish it off. I may make some corrections in the future, or I may try but end up watching some more Jezza Kyle. We’ll see.

Autism and Loneliness (#TakeTheMaskOff)

You never realise how lonely you are until it is just you, your thoughts, and time. 

I spend most of my time escaping from reality so that I can avoid my thoughts and feelings. Whether it is gaming, reading, watching films, listening to music or getting immersed in the world of imagination.

But every once in a while, I just sit here, thinking about how alone I am. I tend to have a lot on my mind, but no one to talk to about any of it. In everyone else’s eyes I am happy, carefree and confident. In reality, I feel lonely and empty. Most people in my life don’t know the real me.

Today, I sat in a café that was completely empty. And I thought to myself, as I do every now and then, “What would happen if I just disappear right now? No one knows where I am, and no one really cares”.

Lonely is not being alone, it’s the feeling that no one cares.

There’s only one place where I truly feel at home, and ironically, that is at work.

I currently have few jobs. I work in a school, at a children’s home and in the community.

In each of these jobs I work directly with autistic children, and I love it. At work I feel appreciated, and the kids are actually happy to see me. I talk to the kids about what autism is and what it means, we play games, learn together, grow together and most of all, we have lots of fun. The kids actually want to spend time with me, rather than me feeling like a burden that doesn’t deserve anyone’s time or energy. I can also be myself at work.

Some people say I work too much. Others say I’m over-enthusiastic and need to chill out. But my work is all I have. As soon as I get home, I’m plunged back into reality, unless I use one of my escape tactics to delay thinking about how rubbish life is. I think I’m the only person I know who goes to sleep excited that I am working the next day, because I don’t have much else to look forward to.

It’s so lonely when you don’t even know yourself

After 20 years of masking, I’m not really sure who I am at times. This is reflected in my social life.

I have lots of ‘friends’.

But of course, they aren’t friends with me, they are friends with the masked version of me. The guy who is really funny when he is drunk, or the sarcastic overconfident pleb who talks rubbish all day.

Let me introduce you to the mask:

Hey Andy, tell me some of your interests

Playing Nintendo games, collecting Pokémon cards, going to random Cafés where I can sit and think about life, working, reading books, learning about autism

Getting drunk and playing games, what else? 🙄

What are some of the turning points in your life?

Some of the turns on Rainbow Road on Mario Kart are DEADLY

Realising I need to stop masking

Meeting you is the main one obvs lol jk xoxox

If you had to live without one of the 5 senses, which one would it be?

THERE ARE 8 SENSES!!!

Sight because I’m fed up of looking at you lol I’m so funny please like me

Real loneliness isn’t being alone, it’s being surrounded by the wrong people

I wonder how different and how much happier I could be if I didn’t mask and I was myself from the beginning. If I had friends who actually shared my interests and if I didn’t have to put on an act whenever I was with them.

Now I don’t put on my mask as much, and as a result most of my ‘friends’ don’t want to know me as much, and why would they? I’m not who they think I am, and they aren’t the right people for me. And being autistic doesn’t make finding new friends particularly easy.

Nobody ever tells you that emptiness weighs the most

Humans are social beings. We need to build relationships with others and have a sense of belonging to be happy. Without these, what’s the point in life?

We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.’ – dunno who

I believe this quote explains why autistic people mask. We want to trick our brains into thinking we are loved and cared about. But loneliness isn’t just a physical entity, but an emotional one. If you aren’t true to yourself, you can have a life full of other people who may appreciate the act, but emotionally, you are just as lonely as you have always been. You can have happy moments when you are with others, but then when you get home feel just as lost and empty.

There is only one way to stop being alone emotionally, which is the type of loneliness that matters. That is by being yourself, and making connections with people as your true self. The way to do this is to #TakeTheMaskOff – search this hashtag on social media to learn about what it means according to other autistic people.

This has its problems too of course. How do you know people will love the real you? What if you’re not good enough for anyone? I’ve felt like this, and I’m sure you do sometimes too. I have a couple of close friends I am open with, but even with them, I won’t talk to them about my deeper feelings because I fear it will make me lose them.

I guess it’s just a case of hoping that there is at least one person out there who likes you for who you are. Considering there are over 7 billion people in the world. I think the chances that that person is out there is incredibly high. They just need to be found.

Don’t forget, everyone in the whole world is on the path to self acceptance and has their good days and bad days. So next time you are feeling lonely and isolated, please remember this:

‘Loneliness is the unloneliest feeling in the world, as everyone has experienced it.’ –another person I don’t know

Anyway, back to playing Pokémon

What is wrong with the autistic community?

I hope my message comes across properly. I spent 20 minutes writing this before going to sleep because I really needed to get it off my chest.

Around this time 6 months ago, I was at my student house on my own as everyone else had gone home for Christmas. I was desperate to hide from the world that I hated.

On Christmas Day while everyone else was opening presents, having dinner with friends and family and sharing love and Christmas cheer, I was sat on my own in a dark room, eating tuna straight out of the tin with a bottle of wine on the side.

I felt hopeless, desperate and alone. No one understood what I was going through, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could go on for.

I didn’t go to or flopped each of my university exams. I barely even left the house except to go and visit my little mate, an autistic non speaking boy who I felt was the only ray of sunshine in the world at that time.

Fast forward to mid-January when I bumped into the fabulous Kieran Rose on Twitter (I spent most of my time during this period on social media) and he introduced me to the online autistic community. From that moment, my life changed for the better. I reached out in a Facebook group for autistic people, and I got responses from dozens of autistic people who had either been through what I was going through, or who were currently going through it with me.

That night I didn’t sleep. Not because of stress and anxiety like every other night of the past month or two, but due to excitement and hope. I finally found a place where I belonged and it felt amazing. At the same time I met a group of passionate autistic advocates who are fighting for a better future for all autistic people. A group I am proud to still be a part of.

However, as I spent time discovering myself and building bonds with people in the community, I also saw some things that weren’t as pleasant. There were other people who were opening up, but rather than being welcomed, they were attacked for using the wrong autism terminology, for saying they struggle with being autistic or because they were sharing success stories of other autistic people. This wasn’t the community I signed up for. If this was the response I got after opening up, my life would have followed a completely different path. I hope that these people have all found a place where they feel happy and supported.

I get it. Having to deal with people talking about curing autism, harmful practices and other nonsense online constantly can get really frustrating and can leave us short tempered, when we are simply trying our best to support autistic people. But for some people, the online community is all that they’ve got, and they have as much right to be a part of it as you do, just like their views are just as valid as yours.

You might not like posts that are positive about autism. That’s ok. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t celebrate being autistic every once in a while and maybe also spread some positivity for people who need a little something to brighten up their day.

You may not like it when people say they are struggling with being autistic as you believe autism should be celebrated. That’s ok too. But I am still allowed to struggle and search for others who are also struggling that I can empathise with.

It can be frustrating when people use the wrong terminology to refer to autistic people. But this doesn’t mean they deserve to be left feeling ostracised by the only group of people they may relate to. They are on their own learning journey, just as you are still on yours.

In real life, I visit a lot of autistic children and their families and provide advice and support. There is one thing I say to everyone I visit:

“The most important thing for you to do as an autistic person is to stop comparing your life to the life of others. Only then can you learn to accept yourself and be happy.”

I think this statement applies to the autistic community too. People are different and as a result will have different views, and that’s ok. Sometimes their views will change over time and become similar to yours. Sometimes they won’t. Either way, how they think and feel is a direct result of their life experiences. Their view is just as valid as yours, so as long as they aren’t causing harm to anyone, please let them be. How boring would the world be if everyone thought and acted the same way anyway?

I receive negative comments about some things I say too, and as a result I sometimes question whether or not I actually belong in the autistic community. I know a lot of other autistic people also feel the same way I do.

If you see something you don’t agree with that is written by an autistic person, please try your best to just ignore it. Think about how much energy you’ll save my moving on and thinking about something else. If that doesn’t work, think about the other person. You don’t know what they’re going through. They could be desperate or worse, and one comment can have a much bigger impact than you may think. Your time would be much better spent writing something positive to someone else.

We are alone enough in the outside world as it is. PLEASE help to make sure we as a community have at least one place where we can unite, support each other and communicate with others who understand. Otherwise, future autistic people may not be as lucky as I have been this year.

Autism and the Inevitable Negative Thought Process

I was really frustrated with myself yesterday, so I wrote to myself. But I thought I would share what I wrote so that at least something good will come out of it. I will give an explanation after the notes I have written:

I really hate myself right now.

 

At 5:15pm I was in Manchester City Centre walking to the bus stop to go home, and I saw a boy with his arm round a slightly smaller boy, who I will call Bob, with 4 others walking behind them. They all looked 15/16.

 

They were walking on the other side of the road to me, but everyone was glancing in their direction. There were lots of people about. I turned my music down to hear what was happening and I heard “Get the fuck off me!” come from Bob, who had tears in his eyes, but he continued to walk with the boys.

 

I stood there and watched as people looked, walked off and completely ignored what was happening.

 

always intervene when I see a situation like this, but this time I didn’t.

 

My laptop is in my bag and I don’t want it to get taken 

 

I was kicked in the head while I was volunteering today and my head is spinning 

 

My bus is due soon 

 

I’m super skinny and I have never even had a fight before, what use am I?

 

They all look tougher than me and look quite scary 

 

I’m hardly intimidating, I’ll probably just get myself beaten up to

 

I froze.

 

I looked around at the other people, to see if there was anyone who might back me up, but I didn’t see anyone who looked like they could. I didn’t do anything.

 

I walked off and went to the bus stop.

 

How could I be so selfish? What if today was the last straw, and he has gone home after being beaten up and killed himself? All it could have taken was one person to reach out and save his life, but they didn’t. If he kills himself after this, it’s all my fault.

 

But there were others round, someone who is bigger and stronger than you will have helped him.

 

No Andy, you know about the bystander effect. You know better than that. 

 

But you’re skinny and weak Andy, they would have just laughed, beaten you up, and stolen all of your stuff.

 

That’s a risk, but if I caused enough commotion, they would have ran off and people would have got involved. Why didn’t I take a picture of them and send it to schools in the local area? Why didn’t I call the police? 

 

One person being beaten up is better than two.

 

No, it’s not. Sometimes all someone needs to transform their life is to know that at least one person is there for them. It would have been worth it. 

 

Maybe they aren’t even going to beat him up, maybe they have planned something worse, and I could have stopped them. 

 

I have spent the past 6 hours doing nothing but going through that one minute in my head over and over again. Thinking about everything that could have happened and everything I could have done to make the situation better, and I am ashamed of myself.

 

Surely I should be the person who does reach out, after having times when I have felt lonely and isolated myself and being grateful for the few people who have been there for me. This was my opportunity to return the favour.

 

I vow to never get so anxious or scared that I do not intervene again. No one deserves to feel so alone when there are so many people around, and no one should have to go through suffering at the hands of others when people are able to help.

 

This is going to be on my mind for a long time. If I am short tempered, ignorant or I am not focusing on much, I don’t have anything against you. It’s because I am angry with myself.

This moment is still heavily on my mind, but despite hating what I have done, I have decided to share it as a way to explain the reasons for the negative thought process of  a lot of (but not all) autistic people.

Two things play a key role in the thought processes of autistic people:

  1. The need for perfection
  2. The hate of uncertainty

Everything I do needs to be perfect. If it isn’t, I get frustrated and anxious about how others might view it. If I don’t get full marks on a test, I get frustrated. If I don’t win a game, I go crazy. I will do the same thing and rewrite and reword it over and over again until it feels satisfactory. I hate being in charge and having lots of responsibilities, because then it’s up to me to make things perfect, and I’m a failure when they aren’t. If I do something that isn’t perfect, I get really anxious about the response I get. I have to force myself to submit blog posts because my heart wants to keep them true but my brain wants to make sure I word them perfectly by editing them over and over and over again, which will take too much time and energy. Also, every little mistake I make, I can’t stop thinking about. Why can’t I just do things right?

Uncertainty is also a massive burden for autistic people. If there is uncertainty, my brain feels the need to get rid of it. If you say my work is ‘good’, this gets me stressed and anxious, as I need to know exactly what it means in order to move on. ‘Good doesn’t give any information and people often say it just so that they don’t hurt your feelings. I need to know the positives and negatives, as well as how to improve or this will get stuck on my mind and stop me from focusing on what I would like to. This need for certainty applies to almost everything. If I meet someone new, I often struggle to understand what their view is of me and need to spent quite a lot of time with them to see where I stand with them, or I spent a lot more time trying to work it out to no avail due to lack of information to analyse. It is much easier if people are blunt and honest, but a lot of neurotypical people aren’t and it is infuriating. The problem is it’s usually very difficult or impossible to know unless I ask directly, which I have started to do more to save energy even though it isn’t socially acceptable.

I can’t underestimate how much time is spent doing this. I can conform and fit in when I am out and about, but when I am at home or I am alone, it takes over my mind and stops me from doing what I want to do. I often go on walks alone so I can focus on processing this information and nothing else. Occasionally I have days avoiding everyone and staying on my own. Not because I want to avoid people, but because I want to avoid the aftermath.

Often, I look like I’m  relaxing when I lie down and I listen to music, or I sit playing a game. But I’m not, I’m recovering. There is a big difference. I very rarely feel able to actually relax because my brain is constantly on the go. We need time to process things, to self regulate, to calm down, to recover and to prepare for tomorrow’s onslaught.

 

What happened here is a big example of one of the negative thought process. My stupid mistake makes me feel like a complete and utter idiot. Why didn’t I do the right thing? The uncertainty is that I don’t know if that boy is going to be ok after my imperfect decision. I don’t feel sorry for myself because I deserve a punishment for not helping, but it takes a toll on me and now I can barely function. How I feel right now, is how a lot of autistic people feel about a lot of things, even if they seem very minor to you or if it isn’t as important an issue of what I have just written about. This effect is very common for me, but this is one of the few times where I feel it is actually deserved.

The constant uncertainty and need for perfection in most contexts and scenarios is debilitating for autistic people. It makes life a hell of a lot tougher. This is why I have started to tackle uncertainty at its root cause, otherwise I don’t have enough energy to do important things, like eat or get a good nights sleep. When I have known someone for a while and we know where we stand with each other, I don’t need to strive for certainty as much and I feel comfortable and happy.

If your child is angry, aggressive or violent, it may not be your fault, and they may not be acting ‘naughty’ or being ‘selfish’ either. If I didn’t write this, people would have no idea why I have avoided everyone and had a short temper today. It’s important to be calm, patient and positive even if you are unsure why your child is acting the way they are. There is always a good reason.

I truly hope that someone spoke out and helped Bob, and I really hope that everything works out well for him.

 

When I got off the bus last night, I saw what looked like a man and a little girl fighting.

I wasn’t going to back off this time. Especially since I was angry with myself and felt like I needed to redeem myself after what I had done. I walked slowly behind them to get a better understanding and turned my music down and heard the girl screaming. I went over and asked what was happening. It turns out this time it was nothing serious. It was just a teenage boy and his little sister playing…

Or was it?

 

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If only it was this simple…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Ideal World for Autistic People

7:29pm: So I’m sat in a café, ready to start my university assignment that is due in 5 days.

I start my usual routine. I turn off all of my devices, I get my infinity cube out and put it on the table, and I get all of the relevant Power Point slides and notes loaded up on my laptop.

Oh wait, music. I can’t concentrate without my music.

 

I can’t listen to my usual music when I need to concentrate, so I decided to look on YouTube for something appropriate.

 

I then proceeded to put on one of the most amazing pieces of music I have heard, which inspired me to write this. You can listen to the song here. 

I’m thinking back to Sunday. I went for a carvery with one of my mini mates, a non-speaking autistic boy who I care a lot for, plus his mum and some of their friends. He is very sensory and likes sipping his drink and spitting back into his cup. He was doing this in peace but then everyone’s attention turned to him. He noticed, paused for a moment, then burst out laughing. So did everyone else. He then started doing some fancy spitting tricks to impress everyone, and no one stopped laughing, including himself. In those few minutes, there was nothing else that mattered in the world. Everyone was happy and it was beautiful.

 

I’m thinking back to Saturday. I went swimming with some of the kids at work. We were in our own world – fighting each other and transforming into ninjas, Pokémon, random memes and more. No one stopped smiling, and it didn’t matter what anyone else was thinking, as we were all enjoying the moment together.

 

I’m thinking back to Wednesday, when I received lots of positive feedback and support when I revealed that I am autistic through my first blog post. I was relieved that people have accepted me for who I am and I had a huge smile on my face.  

 

I’m feeling grateful for the great times I have had, and the great times these children have had too. Life isn’t that bad is it?

 

 

7:55pm: Then the negative thoughts start to creep in.

This isn’t how it always is.

 

In those individual moments, everything was perfect. We all accepted each other for who we were. We could block out the world, and we could enjoy each other’s company.

 

But my mini mate won’t always be in an environment where everyone accepts him and cares a lot about him, as much as it hurts to say.

 

It won’t always be acceptable to have Pokémon battles in the middle of a swimming pool. These kids will eventually grow up and will be judged unless they conform and hide themselves behind ‘the mask’.

 

People have told me that they are happy I have opened up about myself, but what about the others who haven’t? My mum doesn’t accept that I am different, and expects me to do what she wants me to. If I don’t, I am not good enough for her…

 

 Right now, I am not good enough for her.

 

These moments are brief and don’t last. I wish I could stop time so that the happy moments would last forever where there is no judgement from outsiders, where it didn’t matter what other people think and where everyone could be happy.

 

 

8:05pm: I try to get back to reality.

I have an assignment due soon that I can’t face completing. I want more time to rest and recharge after my recent burnout.

 

Why am I at university anyway? Oh yes, because my mum forced me to go. I am now over £40,000 in debt, and super stressed just for my name on a piece of paper.

 

‘You need a degree so that you can get a good job and make lots of money, then buy a nice house and a car’.

 

‘You need a good job and a nice house so that you can be happy and so I can be proud of how far you have come’.

 

But I don’t want any of that.

 

I am happy right now. Why can’t the world just stay how it is?

 

Why can’t I put the world on pause and let each and every positive moment last forever?

 

A good job, a nice house and a car won’t make me happy.

 

What would make me truly happy in the future would be to wake up with a smile on a face knowing that I am accepted for who I am. I want to be able to freely go to the library all day and read books and learn about the world. I want it to be ok to not want to socialise, and to be able to just walk through the countryside on my own, or to spend hours playing a game with no pressure to work or study. I want a world where I tell my mum everything about me, and she says she still loves me no matter what.

 

But I don’t just want a world where I can be happy being me. I want a world where others can be happy being themselves too. The only reason I am at university right now is because I dream of being a sensory occupational therapist, who can help autistic children who are struggling in a world that isn’t made for them. But it takes years of irrelevant learning and exams to be able to start the sensory modular pathway. Why is this piece of paper so important? University life consists of reading books, and answering questions based on the books. I have read most of these books, why can’t that be enough?

 

I want a world where I can see people running through the street, flapping their hands, and spinning in circles, with no glares or judgemental looks. I want a world where people listen to you and respect what you say. I want a world where people ask “How can I help?” rather than saying “You need to act your age” or “He just needs a spanking”. I want a world where everyone is accepted.

 

 

8:25pm: There is too much hate in the world.

I hear about parents trying to cure their children of autism by shoving bleach down their throats (this is still happening in the UK today). I hear about parents loving their children, but ‘hating their autism’. I see children in ABA therapy being forced to conform and subliminally being taught that being themselves is not ok.

 

I see schools saying autistic children are a problem, and trying to move them to other schools so they don’t have to deal with them. I hear about autistic children being miserable due to being bullied and mistreated. I speak to autistic people who are on the verge of killing themselves because they have to hide themselves, and use all of their energy to try and fit in. Imagine living your whole life knowing you’re not good enough?

 

 

There is one word that is key to all of this. Not just the happiness and joy, but also all of the pain and suffering. That word is acceptance. 

 Autistic people need to learn how to accept themselves. Self-acceptance is key to a happy and prosperous life. But you play a role in this. Without the acceptance of family members, without understanding and acceptance from school or work, while an autistic person is a ‘person with autism’, which essentially neglects their identity, they aren’t being helped to accept themselves. 

The ideal world for autistic people is one where they are accepted by everyone, with all of their strengths, differences and flaws. Right now, we are a long way off. Self-acceptance and acceptance in your own network and little groups is the best we can get. This isn’t perfect, but it is the best we can have, and this is enough for autistic people to be  reasonably happy. Every autistic person, parent and professional should strive for this. Autistic people don’t need autism awareness, they need autism acceptance. In the long term, hopefully everyone will learn to accept not just autism, but all differences.

For now, it doesn’t matter if you or your child doesn’t fit in with societies expectations. This shouldn’t be a barrier to your happiness. Autistic people, be yourselves. Parents, allow your children to be themselves and thrive by embracing them and showing them that you are there for them no matter what. 

The world is horrible and people are awful. Innocent autistic children who come into this world with hope and love don’t deserve mistreatment and cruelty. Every individual autistic child is perfect and beautiful and deserves kindness and respect. Why does the world have to be the way it is? 

I’m not sure if we will ever get to a point where everyone is accepted for who they are, but wouldn’t that be ideal…

9:12: Wait, don’t I have an assignment due on Monday?

*presses the publish button*