iita<p>Neurodivergence ponderings ...</p><p>I'm of an age to have flown under the autism radar all my life. Being female-presenting, doubly so.</p><p>My acknowledgement of my autism has been met with both disbelief and silence. Yet, it runs in the family as a never discussed, never faced phenomenon.</p><p>I have a male nephew, "on brand" autistic as so many studies portray - skills with things and concepts, few with people. Never tested, never spoken of as neurodivergent, only noted as kind of odd. The son of a cousin is an equally clear case, with special skills and interests but lacking "marketable value" to find employment. Both of them single, no relationships, ever. They are also skilled, funny, observant people capable of storing astonishing amounts of detailed information. But within the family, they are only spoken of as an afterthought.</p><p>Feels like among the family, autism is seen as a failure. To manage, to accomplish, to conform.</p><p>Small wonder my self-acclaimed autistic identity has met with such a barrier - you can't be, why should you even want to be. You have a degree, a child, a job, medals of honor, even.</p><p>Yes, but.<br>I also have loneliness, lack of support, mistrust in my own skills. My personality I have hid for decades, so long that I now struggle to know who I am. From all the years of masking, and coping as the neurodivergent mother of a neurodivergent child, I have severe <a href="https://beige.party/tags/AutisticBurnout" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>AutisticBurnout</span></a>. </p><p>I am happy to be autistic. Knowing what all of this in my life is helps me more than all the shush-shushing, the caution, the silence ever did.</p><p><a href="https://beige.party/tags/ActuallyAutistic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>ActuallyAutistic</span></a></p>