02/24/2023
Iāve gone back and forth about whether to write this post or not for a few months now. I think my fear about sharing this comes from my fear of rejection and my experience with the incredibly ableist society we live in. Iām also afraid that my share here may change the way others see me or value me, especially professionally.
However, not sharing feels like hiding a part of myself and I donāt want to do that anymore. The information I share here hasnāt changed the way I function or the way my mind works. Iām still the same person Iāve always been, I just understand myself better (which means Iām kinder to myself š). Iāve always tried to use my experiences to help others so hopefully my own insights here will help someone else that may be struggling.
My whole life Iāve always felt like there was something wrong with me, something that needed to be fixed. Where things came easily to others, I seemed to struggle no matter how hard I tried.
Trigger warning āļø mentions of SA below, stop here if thatās an issue for you
š¤I was too blunt.
š¤I lacked tact.
(Sometime to the point I was considered rude)
š¤I struggled to work with others (I still do, hence my fabulous solo business šš»āāļø)
š¤I struggle(d) with transitions
š¤Last minute schedule changes were a nightmare for me
š¤I could never just go with the flow
š¤Starting in 6th grade I struggled with creating and maintaining friendships
š¤I never seemed to fit in
š¤I could get along with those older and younger than me but struggled with others in my peer group
š¤When I started dating I had an intensity others thought was crazy
š¤I needed my environment to be/look a certain way in order to function
š¤Clothes had to feel a certain way for me to be able to function
š¤When I was younger, older men repeatedly made inappropriate advances toward me or just straight up SAed me
š¤I was described as an empath and highly sensitive person
š¤I struggled with school (until I hit my PT specific classes in my 3rd year of college, my area of interest)
When I was growing up I was always just told I needed to try harder, do better, push through, change.
As an adult I thought if I could change in the right ways life would be easier. This led to years of therapy which slowly helped to remove all the layers of the onion to discover the truth at the core.
After spending a decade in therapy and the past 2.5 years working with a team of professionals (sensorimotor trauma therapist, a craniosacral therapist, a mindfulness based cognitive therapist, and an Ayurvedic/biomagnetic therapist) I felt like I had resolved most of the trauma I had previously attributed to causing the feeling that there was something fundamentally wrong with me. Even though most of the trauma seemed to be gone (Iām still working through some of the fine details from an early childhood experience), there was still some disconnect between me and those around me.
So for my 40th birthday I decided to gift myself my first ever neuropsych evaluation. (Iām weird, I know š)
It turns out, Iām autistic.
Mine is classified as Level 1 on the autism spectrum (it would have been called Aspergerās years ago but theyāve rightfully cancelled him since he was a horrible n**i)
I also have moderate inattentive ADHD, am clinically brilliant (their words, not mine), and still meet the criteria for PTSD. I have fluency issues with reading and writing so itās like thereās a traffic jam in my head when reading to learn or when trying to get my thoughts down in writing which is sooo frustrating. (Now I know why Iāve put off a certification that requires 12 essay questions for years despite my desire to complete it and expertise in the area.)
When the evaluator described what people with similar profiles to me report, she described me to a T. It was so incredibly validating.
Itās taken me a few months to process all of this information about myself and Iām sure I have more processing to do but as I work to deconstruct my internalized ableism, value myself as a being, and truly love myself for maybe the first time in my life I now know thereās nothing wrong with me that needs to be fixed.
Iām simply neurodivergent.
Itās our ableist society that is broken. In an effort to be myself and not a version of myself that conforms with an unhealthy society I will be slowly working to unmask more.
If you have questions about something Iāve written here, something Iām doing in person or just questions about neurodivergence in general please always feel free to ask.
If you made it to the end, thanks for being here and Iād love if you could share some ableist view youāve deconstructed in your own life in the comments. Iāll startā¦