
Orc
diagnosed autist
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but most of the time it feels like trying to fix something that was only ever considered broken because the world decided it was.
you read all the right books, how to phrase things better, how to mimic confidence, how to pass for someone lovable, but literally none of it gives you a self that people want to stay close to, at best, you’re rehearsing echoes of normalcy, at worst, you’re just confirming what you already feared, that the world was never going to make space for someone like you.
being autistic in a world that responds with confusion, rejection, and systemic failure doesn’t just cause trauma, it is trauma, people treat autism and trauma like they’re separate lanes, but when you grow up untreated, misdiagnosed, and constantly punished just for existing, the trauma becomes your operating system, you don't get to know where one ends and the other begins
and that’s the part people don’t see, they say “just be more confident” or “believe in yourself” like that hasn’t already been tried a hundred times, but it’s not just about insecurity, it’s perceptual dissonance, you do everything “right,” but people still feel something’s off, that’s the uncanny valley of being wired differently, you’re blurry to them, no matter how clearly you try to show up.
you internalize the failure, at first you’re just confused, then ashamed, not because you hate yourself, but because the world teaches you that being you is a problem, you start to believe it, over time, it chips away at you, in school, at work, in every interaction, and even if you’re surviving, it’s not because the system helped you, it’s because you got used to bleeding in silence.
I used to wish I was “normal,” but I think what I really wanted was to be seen, to be treated like I mattered without needing to shapeshift, to not have everything I am reduced to a label that lets others stop seeing me as a person.
and yes, I’ve had moments of progress, little sparks of “maybe this will help” but they never seem to stick, once the heartbreak fades, or the crisis calms down, I always end up back in the same place, unwanted, misunderstood, not because I’m not trying, but because the kind of work I’m doing isn’t about thriving, it’s about surviving in a world that never made room for people like me.
so when people say “autism ruined your life,” and expect a silver lining, they miss the point, it’s not about bitterness, it’s grief, for the life I never got to have, for the person I might’ve been, if the world hadn’t decided I was wrong before I even had the chance to be whole.
you read all the right books, how to phrase things better, how to mimic confidence, how to pass for someone lovable, but literally none of it gives you a self that people want to stay close to, at best, you’re rehearsing echoes of normalcy, at worst, you’re just confirming what you already feared, that the world was never going to make space for someone like you.
being autistic in a world that responds with confusion, rejection, and systemic failure doesn’t just cause trauma, it is trauma, people treat autism and trauma like they’re separate lanes, but when you grow up untreated, misdiagnosed, and constantly punished just for existing, the trauma becomes your operating system, you don't get to know where one ends and the other begins
and that’s the part people don’t see, they say “just be more confident” or “believe in yourself” like that hasn’t already been tried a hundred times, but it’s not just about insecurity, it’s perceptual dissonance, you do everything “right,” but people still feel something’s off, that’s the uncanny valley of being wired differently, you’re blurry to them, no matter how clearly you try to show up.
you internalize the failure, at first you’re just confused, then ashamed, not because you hate yourself, but because the world teaches you that being you is a problem, you start to believe it, over time, it chips away at you, in school, at work, in every interaction, and even if you’re surviving, it’s not because the system helped you, it’s because you got used to bleeding in silence.
I used to wish I was “normal,” but I think what I really wanted was to be seen, to be treated like I mattered without needing to shapeshift, to not have everything I am reduced to a label that lets others stop seeing me as a person.
and yes, I’ve had moments of progress, little sparks of “maybe this will help” but they never seem to stick, once the heartbreak fades, or the crisis calms down, I always end up back in the same place, unwanted, misunderstood, not because I’m not trying, but because the kind of work I’m doing isn’t about thriving, it’s about surviving in a world that never made room for people like me.
so when people say “autism ruined your life,” and expect a silver lining, they miss the point, it’s not about bitterness, it’s grief, for the life I never got to have, for the person I might’ve been, if the world hadn’t decided I was wrong before I even had the chance to be whole.