My experience with being perceived as “high-functioning” is so negative because it primarily comes from the sacrifices I make at the cost of my health in order to keep up with social expectations

I have to actively choose between taking care of myself and fulfilling responsibilities because I don’t have energy for both (I usually wouldn’t even call it a choice given that adult life especially isn’t the most forgiving)

Anybody else?

  • PixelProf@lemmy.ca
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    1 year ago

    Even thinking about ASD as a possibility for me is a very new thing, so I don’t know with any certainty I fall here, but learning about “high-functioning” autism as being “successfully masked” has made me seriously begin exploring this. Psychiatrists were hesitant early on to entertain any discussions (edit: of any neurodivergence) because I’d been so successful in school and career, even though I was always dying inside feeling like an imposter in society and not knowing who I am and why every interaction feels so difficult and requires so much effort. Why does just existing feel so deeply uncomfortable?

    I wrote off the idea of high-functioning ASD because I certainly didn’t feel high-functioning, despite my successes, because of the feeling of claustrophobia in my own skin. I wrote off any other higher needs because I didn’t have those needs and I’d exhausted a lot of time and effort to not need those supports… Which in hindsight, is probably not typical.

    Neurodivergence is so often defined by the ability to fit in and avoid disrupting typical society and norms. I wasn’t depressed enough because I went into work enough days. I wasn’t ADHD enough because I wasn’t disrupting other people’s lives and breaking social rules and got good grades. I wasn’t autistic enough because I learned to to navigate social situations (read: only engaged in social situations where I’m in a position of control or known mutual interest).

    “High-functioning” for whom?

    Anyways again, I’m new to even remotely considering autism for me, so I apologize if this is wholely unrelated and unrelatable, but whatever flavour my brain is, it tastes a lot worse than it smells (only figuratively… As far as I know).