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    Reading the DSM-5 is making me angry. No wonder so many Autistics get missed

    I have known for a while now that the offical "diagnostic features" of Autism have been centered around the observed* experience of white, upper and middle class little boys. But y'all, I'm writing a paper on Autism and so I have to analyze how the DSM portrays ASD and I am sitting here wanting to bang my head on the wall as I realize how narrow the "range" they portary of autistic traits truly is.

    It makes me sad and angry and honestly confused. It is so painfully obvious to me that the people "in charge" of defining ASD truly had no actual experience with the diverse experiences and range of struggles those with ASD actually face.

    My therapist and seperately a close friend of mine have suggested to me that I explore the possibility of being Autistic, because it may explain parts of myself that don't quite fit within my ADHD. Through my own research at least so far, I don't think that AuADHD is my answer. But I am grateful for the broad view I now have of the diversity within the Autistic community and I am glad to share a broader community of neurodiversity with my Autistic friends and family <3 but="" back="" to="" my="" initial="" point,="" can="" people="" who="" actually="" know="" autism="" fix="" the="" dsm?="" plz?="" #Autistic #AutismAcceptance #Neurodiversity #autisticidentity #ally

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    Overcoming the challenges of an autism diagnosis

    Jimmy was diagnosed with autism when he was in 3rd grade and he had much to overcome but on today’s podcast episode, he explains that most of what he needed to overcome was other people’s perceptions and treatment of him. He hated school. He was bullied by his peers and grew up feeling like an outcast but he was determined to overcome his challenges and didn’t let other people’s perceptions define him.

    Listen to today’s podcast episode to hear Jimmy talk about how he got to where he is today, thriving in college and an advocate for the autism community.

    accordingtodes.com/102

    #Autism #Autistic #AutismDiagnosis #AutismSpectrum #MentalHealth #Bullying #mentalhealthpodcast #MentalHealthAwareness #bullyingawareness

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    Looking for a community with other parents of kids with special needs

    I’ve just joined The Mighty family & would love to connect with other parents of children with special needs. I don’t know which groups are still active!

    We’re just in the process of an autism assessment with my 8 year old son.

    If you are also raising a child or children with special needs, I would love to hear from you! #SpecialNeeds #specialneedskids #SpecialNeedsParent #disabledchild #Autism #Autistic #autisticchild #parentmentalhealth

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    Neurodiversity and body experiences

    Hi there, I'm new to this group, so I'll start by saying hello! It's nice to have found this community!

    I have a question about my son which maybe some of you might be able to help me with.

    My son is 8 and we're in the process of doing an ASD assessment with him. I strongly suspect that he's on the spectrum.

    One thing I'm trying to get my head around is the link between neurodiversity and the experience of your own body. It's hard to explain what I mean but my son is very afraid of his own bodily sensations. For example, he gets scared when he coughs or when he feels hungry. He also has a phobia of vomiting, and even something like belching can trigger an anxiety attack because it makes him scared that he's going to vomit.

    Recently he's started refusing to participate in sport at school because he's scared he's going to cough or vomit.

    I just wonder whether anyone has any experience with these sorts of sensations or advice about how to help him? #Autism #sensoryprocessing #Autistic #autismandthebody #neurodiverse #sensoryexperiences #FearOfVomiting

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    Thank you

    I'm new in this community & this is my first post!

    Over the last few years, as I've journeyed into the world of parenting a child with special needs, I've often been encouraged by stories on The Mighty that have made me laugh and cry and somehow captured something of what it's really like to be on this amazing, confusing, beautiful, bewildering, often overwhelming path!

    So, I just want to say thank you to everyone who has shared honestly of themselves here in this place #SpecialNeeds #ThankYou #Parent #SpecialNeedsParent #Autism #Autistic #LearningDifficulties #MentalHealth

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    Part 1

    First off I hate saying “me” for “me” is a part of your identity that most people don’t really care about, or even overlook.

    I really hate getting into my past and opening about things that I am not even sure of. However, when you have been abused and hit your head as many times as I have (which I am not sure the amount) it is tough to open up the doors that have been demoed from both sides to not let anyone in.

    I have always been a “go-er” a “do-er” yet nothing really ever would stop me from never getting to the checkered flag.

    My upbringing if you shall was something that would take more than one writing to explain.

    I was the youngest of 2 older siblings and felt the vibes of the family before they came home, or other interludes.

    My family and I never talked to each other well. The main love language was hatred and dispair. I had to train myself that every negative thought I needed to think 3 + next. It was not easy and it didn’t happen until about my 30’s but hell I am still living.

    Granted there are days when my past is just really the present, and there is no way to turn in another direction to clear my head.

    I hardly cry, I have learned to only speak when I truly need to. Most importantly I have learned that when people don’t give you the time of day then why bother returning that “favor”.

    Once you decide to never go back in time -only by the faded memories that you hold in your dilapidated head- you start to see what was or could have been a hell of alot easier.

    There is usually only 1 person that gets away from others, matter of factly those “people/person” live so that you can meet or talk or chat, and learn to move on with that life you could never, especially now.

    Losing a family member is one thing, you usually get updates and phone calls, text messages. Whatever to let you know a loved one is in trouble. However, when you fade in and out of everyone’s life like a gypsy it is hard for anyone to tell you more than you already know.

    Pain in life is manageable yet pain let in the heart is extremely hard to heal even with time.

    As I might of stated in my other post. Over 12 years have passed. I will never know for certain who led him to Jesus to be born again. Being told something in the Spirit is not the same a confirmation in person.

    We never dated, we only talked like really good trusted friends should be able to. It is even harder to know that you really did give it your all, and friends were where that line was drawn. Not mad, just disappointed for from what I remember his g/f treated him like sh*t and took advantage of his heart. I had feelings back then that even though she was rich she still cheated on a person that will always be my dearest friend in the world. Sadly too little too late to confront her, not sure if I ever did, but I would.

    Money doesn’t make you a good person nor does it take away all the damn problems that were caused by it.

    I remember standing up for people through out my life that never could. I could see a woman getting abused if she got in to the car that night. Ended up yelling at the male to leave her alone and drive away. It really only takes a moment of time to feel better, yet with each moment that continues my heart tends to not feel better.

    There is a time in your life that you figure out that you are an empath, highly sensitive person and well get easier annoyed by others that think that being right is better than being understood. Never walk into a room expecting everyone to know who you are. Yet, it is nice for others to introduce themselves to you, cause well you know not everyone is a good person.

    The evil in this world tried to reside in that part of the past they they can never get through or around. For the ditch is now dug all the way around so that no unworldly disarray can swim across the oceans that have been left to have no more tormenting. For the waters have been cleaned, along with the air, for what is to come. The lakes, rivers, waterfalls, and raindrops are meant to be chased. You may never find the answers you are looking for but hay, at least you tried to find the answers to your problems in the natural on your own.

    Whenever I try to dig deeper all I get is lies, half truths. It's wonderful to know that what I can’t remember from my childhood will always be haunting. There are times when your doubts kill all the hope tha tyou have inside. When the Silence can not last. Your heart bleeds with the abyss of disdain that no one seems to understand.

    Having your life become one of the best love movies in reality just suchs.

    Being Wendy to the Caspers I get but have not been trained for. FOr I trained myself my whole life in alot of things and only took “Golden Nuggets” from stories that were told to me.

    I really do not ask for much, I may have expensive taste. Yet, I dare you to look at how I have lived my life, and walked my walk. I have scares on my feet, and callus that will not heal on my heals.

    I have seen, I have felt, and understood what others were so unwilling to forgive.

    It has never been my job to destory others, only to build them up.

    I have always put my dreams on hold for others to make sure that their lives are more complete than whatever mine could come to.

    I have been passed by for modeling when I was growing up, left in a family that didn’t really care for my name or making sure my siblings or I were fed.

    I remember alot of things yet without confirmations it is all make believe left to fade away into the air that the dead breathe.“Dead” being those that are hopeless, just like my heart has been for ages to come and ages to go.

    Eye glances are just shimmers in the nights that we need to stop holding on to, Since they weren’t pretend. Stars are great to look at and even better to wish apon. Yet when the rain come crashing down what do you have left to believe? Or hold on to if that rope broke.

    There are eyes crying to be along with the hearts of the broken hearted.

    There is no one to stop you but you.

    Her thoughts are to much for all the ones that can not rest see her as a lighthouse

    #clairvoyant #Autistic #Pain #Emotions #Hop e

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    Part 1 of "Me" (Trigger Warning?)

    First off I hate saying “me” for “me” is a part of your identity that most people don’t really care about, or even overlook.

    I really hate getting into my past and opening about things that I am not even sure of. However, when you have been abused and hit your head as many times as I have (which I am not sure the amount) it is tough to open up the doors that have been demoed from both sides to not let anyone in.

    I have always been a “go-er” a “do-er” yet nothing really ever would stop me from never getting to the checkered flag.

    My upbringing if you shall was something that would take more than one writing to explain.

    I was the youngest of 2 older siblings and felt the vibes of the family before they came home, or other interludes.

    My family and I never talked to each other well. The main love language was hatred and dispair. I had to train myself that every negative thought I needed to think 3 + next. It was not easy and it didn’t happen until about my 30’s but hell I am still living.

    Granted there are days when my past is just really the present, and there is no way to turn in another direction to clear my head.

    I hardly cry, I have learned to only speak when I truly need to. Most importantly I have learned that when people don’t give you the time of day then why bother returning that “favor”.

    Once you decide to never go back in time -only by the faded memories that you hold in your dilapidated head- you start to see what was or could have been a hell of alot easier.

    There is usually only 1 person that gets away from others, matter of factly those “people/person” live so that you can meet or talk or chat, and learn to move on with that life you could never, especially now.

    Losing a family member is one thing, you usually get updates and phone calls, text messages. Whatever to let you know a loved one is in trouble. However, when you fade in and out of everyone’s life like a gypsy it is hard for anyone to tell you more than you already know.

    Pain in life is manageable yet pain let in the heart is extremely hard to heal even with time.

    As I might of stated in my other post. Over 12 years have passed. I will never know for certain who led him to Jesus to be born again. Being told something in the Spirit is not the same a confirmation in person.

    We never dated, we only talked like really good trusted friends should be able to. It is even harder to know that you really did give it your all, and friends were where that line was drawn. Not mad, just disappointed for from what I remember his g/f treated him like sh*t and took advantage of his heart. I had feelings back then that even though she was rich she still cheated on a person that will always be my dearest friend in the world. Sadly too little too late to confront her, not sure if I ever did, but I would.

    Money doesn’t make you a good person nor does it take away all the damn problems that were caused by it.

    I remember standing up for people through out my life that never could. I could see a woman getting abused if she got in to the car that night. Ended up yelling at the male to leave her alone and drive away. It really only takes a moment of time to feel better, yet with each moment that continues my heart tends to not feel better.

    There is a time in your life that you figure out that you are an empath, highly sensitive person and well get easier annoyed by others that think that being right is better than being understood. Never walk into a room expecting everyone to know who you are. Yet, it is nice for others to introduce themselves to you, cause well you know not everyone is a good person.

    The evil in this world tried to reside in that part of the past they they can never get through or around. For the ditch is now dug all the way around so that no unworldly disarray can swim across the oceans that have been left to have no more tormenting. For the waters have been cleaned, along with the air, for what is to come. The lakes, rivers, waterfalls, and raindrops are meant to be chased. You may never find the answers you are looking for but hay, at least you tried to find the answers to your problems in the natural on your own.

    Whenever I try to dig deeper all I get is lies, half truths. It's wonderful to know that what I can’t remember from my childhood will always be haunting. There are times when your doubts kill all the hope tha tyou have inside. When the Silence can not last. Your heart bleeds with the abyss of disdain that no one seems to understand.

    Having your life become one of the best love movies in reality just suchs.

    Being Wendy to the Caspers I get but have not been trained for. FOr I trained myself my whole life in alot of things and only took “Golden Nuggets” from stories that were told to me.

    I really do not ask for much, I may have expensive taste. Yet, I dare you to look at how I have lived my life, and walked my walk. I have scares on my feet, and callus that will not heal on my heals.

    I have seen, I have felt, and understood what others were so unwilling to forgive.

    It has never been my job to destory others, only to build them up.

    I have always put my dreams on hold for others to make sure that their lives are more complete than whatever mine could come to.

    I have been passed by for modeling when I was growing up, left in a family that didn’t really care for my name or making sure my siblings or I were fed.

    I remember alot of things yet without confirmations it is all make believe left to fade away into the air that the dead breathe.“Dead” being those that are hopeless, just like my heart has been for ages to come and ages to go.

    Eye glances are just shimmers in the nights that we need to stop holding on to, Since they weren’t pretend. Stars are great to look at and even better to wish apon. Yet when the rain come crashing down what do you have left to believe? Or hold on to if that rope broke.

    There are eyes crying to be along with the hearts of the broken hearted.

    There is no one to stop you but you.

    #Pain #clairvoyant #Autistic #Emotions #expression #Hope

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    The Mighty is partnered with #Autism $peaks.

    We don’t need curing. We are the Fae Changelings that always did best with the troublesome livestock. We are artists. Actors. Musicians. Scientists. Mathematicians. Retail workers. Lawyers. Janitors. Mechanics. Plumbers. Electricians. Massage therapists. Psychiatric professionals.

    And we will never need a cure.

    (Photo of me having an Autistic Moment in a conversation with a friend about my fic “Things We Don’t Tell Humans.”)

    #idontneedacureforme #autismisntadisease #AutismSpeaks #autisticjoy #happilyautistic #Autistic #ASD #TheMighty

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    Does anyone know who does AUTISM assessments for ADULTS in western NC, or east TN, or southwest VA?

    Hi. I am seriously interested in getting an assessment for ‘Autism,’ or ‘Autism Spectrum Disorder’ for Adults. I am over 60, and I don't need it to qualify for any kind of help or benefits at my age. I just need to know, so I can answer a thousand personal questions about myself. It's for my peace of mind, but it also has the advantage of being useful family medical information that I can pass along to my kids and grandkids.

    I have a ton of different diagnoses from as many doctors and therapists from over the course of my life. So many of these diagnoses have some of the same symptoms, and so many of the diagnoses seem to battle with others for ‘dominance’, that I don't know what to believe anymore. One doctor will say he's certain I have one thing, and five years later another will say he doesn't agree, and says it's something different. Meanwhile, both of them put me on medications for those things, and the second one is basically telling me I just wasted 5 years of prescriptions and therapy designed for the first thing. Not once, not twice, but many, many times I have gone through this.

    Because of all of that, I currently have a bushel of diagnoses that are supposedly correct and current, and a ton of prescriptions to go along with them. And I don't have the confidence that any of them are correct, like I so easily assumed when I was younger. Do you see my frustration?

    From my reading in the last few months, I have seen my traits (i.e. symptoms) and my thought patterns and thought processes turn up time and again under the detailed descriptions of Autism and Autism Spectrum Disorder. If that were found to be true, it would settle my mind, and it would give me something that I lost long ago, and assumed I would never see again: Hope. It would make such a difference if I could be able to focus on one true diagnosis instead of a jillion competing diagnoses. I could work on learning coping skills and workarounds for one thing. One.

    So, I need to find a doctor or a therapist who assesses for ‘Autism’ or ‘Autism Spectrum Disorder’ IN ADULTS  in the:
    1.               western half of NC, or
    2.               southwest area of VA, or
    3.               eastern part of TN.
    (A little outside of those areas could work, too, if they are good.) ***I have been told that “the MIGDAS-2 assessment” works better for those of us who have been masking for many years. What are your thoughts?

    I do appreciate you reading this far. I know that it was long. If you can help me find someone, please let me know. Thank you for your time.  I wish you Peace, and Joy, and excellent Health.  ♧


    #Autism #Depression #Anxiety #PathologicalDemandAvoidanceSyndrome
    #ReactiveAttachmentDisorder #SocialAnxiety
    #MajorDepressiveDisorder
    #Bipolar2Disorder
    #BipolarDepression #TreatmentresistantDepression #CombinedPresentationADHD #ADHD #AspergersSyndrome #AutisticAdults #Autistic
    #Hypervigilance #Hyperfocus #silent #EyeContact #Stimming #Suicide #PTSD #CPTSD #ComplexPosttraumaticStressDisorder
    #BodyFocusedRepetitiveBehaviors #BFRBAwarenessWeek #Parentification #Abuse #neglect #Insomnia #DermatiIlomania