Wednesday, May 29, 2019

I’m 23 and live in the Midwest United States.
A random fact about me is when I was little, I used to sort my beanie babies into herbivores and carnivores. I used to be in a D.D.S. program until I realized I couldn’t reconcile the career with my autism symptoms. The bright lights, the loud noises, and most of all, the knowledge I could cause another person pain were too much for me. I dropped out after two semesters, took the GRE, and am currently enrolled in a M.A. program in speech-language pathology. I am so excited to be in a field where I feel comfortable, knowledgeable and able to help people like me as well as learn communication skills for myself. My biggest sensory trigger is food, which surprises some people. I do not eat wet and cold foods, period. The sensory experience is just too much for me. So I’m really picky about things like temperature and texture, but not flavors or spices.
Signs I show that I am autistic: I always stim, either by moving my feet, chewing my cheeks, playing with my hair, or biting my cuticles. I also tend to steer conversations toward topics I am comfortable with. I get very anxious at uncertainty
My biggest accomplishment is becoming self-sufficient. I never thought I would be able to support myself but here I am! I want to build a world by and for neurodiverse people.
I want those who are Neurotypical to know that . No two autistic people are alike - we’re on a spectrum! Don’t assume you know something about us because you’ve met one.
To everyone on the spectrum - don’t let the neurotypicals change who you are! You’re amazing and deserve the world, and you are not alone.
Nothing benefited me more than a compassionate therapist who listened to me and my concerns before diagnosing me. When I was diagnosed I was relieved to hear I was autistic. Finally, I wouldn’t have to be incorrectly prescribed SSRIs that did nothing for me. I finally was able to secure testing accommodations at school that allowed me to thrive academically. I was able to use therapeutic methods that I didn’t even realize would have helped me had I not been diagnosed. Today, I’m far more confident now that I have a correct diagnosis. I am able to secure accommodations I need to succeed in school, I get the medicine I need to manage symptoms, and I can pursue my strengths with renewed confidence.
Not having a diagnosis was horrible during my teenage years, as like many young women, I was thrown in the “depression” pile without reason. My developing mind was prescribed potent hormones and psychotropics at age 14 that permanently altered my brain chemistry. It wasn’t until getting correctly diagnosed that I finally found a drug that works for me. My biggest obstacle in life was getting correctly diagnosed as a woman. For the majority of my school-age years, I was dismissed as being autistic because of my social skills. I had passable social skills because I would simply observe and mimic what my classmates did. So for years I was called “depressed,” when I wasn’t at all.

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