I've been dismissed by therapists and psychiatrists who say they've seen autistic people and I present nothing like that.
They didn't see me when I was little and was a toe-walking, spinning, water-phobic (it tickled massively), toothpaste-phobic (it burned my tongue like acid), rat-haired, match-eating, Narnia-obssessed, asocial mess who freaked out every time a plane flew over the house or a vacuum cleaner came on. All they see is a middle-aged, tired, clinically depressed, whiny underachiever with ADD and possibly PTSD.
I don't toe-walk, spin, or eat matches anymore. I'm clean and fairly stylishly dressed. My teeth are brushed. I can converse well enough to carry on a therapy session.
But none of my shoes are completely flat--even my flip-flops. The chairs in the doctor's office don't move like my office chair does. I eat a lot of salty foods. I became obssessed with style as a teenager. Toothpaste comes in different flavors now. And in the doctor's office, you're expected to talk about yourself. They ask questions and you answer them.
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"Lonely is as lonely does.
Lonely is an eyesore."