A week ago I spent time with a group of autistic kids (middle schoolers) as a social worker. No big deal, right? But the experience was katabasis for me. The lights were too bright and blaring from overhead, teachers kept interrupting kids when they were obviously trying to get something done, everyone but the kids were bored, boundaries weren't being respected. I couldn't understand what was going on. It's like I was invited into an animal shelter and they had animals hanging from chains or something. It kind of started shutting me down; I got drowsy. With more time in there, I think I'd be doing the same thing the other kids were doing, clapping and moaning and that kind of stuff. Like, seriously, that seemed therapeutic.
All my life I've been unable to go with social trends. I was the only one in first grade who wanted to keep the wood chairs we had, when everyone else wanted the new plastic chairs. There's just nothing there, no social pressure. I care deeply about other people and what they think and feel, but this idea of "what the others think" doesn't pull weight with me. What do I care what other people think? I care what they feel, but that's not the same. I just want to be allowed to express myself and say what I think, instead of wearing a mask all the time, pretending to be glib and unconcerned. I'm not glib. I am concerned. The world is deeply concerning right now and I should be allowed to say so.
I have a family and I have friends, but I basically maintain them as projects. I mean, I love them deeply, but if they weren't projects I couldn't sort them mentally or give them the time they deserve. "Projects" is how I sort the universe, mentally. I have millions of projects, from small to large, all overlapping and contributing to each other. But when people don't understand, they become afraid, and they accuse me of being manic, or they say I'm off my meds (I'm diagnosed bipolar, but I've never had racing thoughts), or they pull away. I just want people who understand and want to play with me. Is that so wrong? Am I so wrong?
Is it possible that I'm autistic, but that I've constructed a very good mask for myself?
Joshua