10
submitted 1 year ago* (last edited 1 year ago) by spinellie@lemmy.world to c/womenwithautism@lemmy.world

For starters, I am self diagnosed. I have brought it up to my family doctor, therapist and psychiatrist a few times. Each time I was shut down because I either didn't have problems with communication (or some other dated reasoning) or that there was no point to be diagnosed as an adult because there are no support systems for that. Which was disheartening to say the least. I always knew I was not neurotypical but I didn't have the words to describe it yet. I was just quirky, weird, introverted but also out spoken with a strong sense of justice. I began going down that rabbit whole because of tiktok, honestly. It had been on my radar before hand but I had an ignorant view on what autism was before that, I had never even heard of a female being diagnosed. I was however diagnosed with ADHD when I was 26. As well as schizotypal, bipolar disorder, borderline personality disorder, generalized anxiety disorder and major depressive disorder. To name a few. None of them felt right to me. Until that is, I started listening and reading about autistic women when I was around 28. I had just had a 6 week trip to the mental health ward and was unknowingly on the road to the end of the bad relationship I was in (a blessing). That's when I started seriously thinking I might be autistic. Four years later at 32 I have accepted my self diagnosis as truth and don't doubt it nearly as often. I do sometimes wish I had an official diagnosis but I understand that's asking for alot. Most doctors dont have the knowledge of what autism can look like in women, let alone that it is a spectrum.

I look forward to hearing your stories!

On the possibility that no one will respond to this post since our group is just beginning and I often ramble, I hope I will have the confidence to try again to begin some sort of engagement here. Thanks for taking the time to read this. Take care!

*Artwork done by me, @ strange.roots on Instagram. Just thought this post could use some colour.

top 5 comments
sorted by: hot top controversial new old
[-] schmorpel@slrpnk.net 2 points 1 year ago

A lot of the stories in the comments sound relatable. Pondering about why I was so weird from a very young age, and finding different ways to cope with the weirdness. I also had a mother who didn't really know how to help, who told me I couldn't be depressed because I wasn't suffering any hardship in life.

Fortunately both parents were also fairly tolerant and gave me a lot of freedom when I was a teenager (guess they were overwhelmed and didn't know what to do with me). They never forced me to fit in and reacted within reason when I dropped school. So what happened is I found ways to live that are doable for me - I found alternative spaces where my weirdness was accepted, did some fairly reckless shit in my youth but learned good lessons from it as well, and now I live in a good quiet spot, can work remotely and just interact with people when I like.

An also autistic friend suggested I should look into autism when I was 35 and in a permanent frenzy of anxiety and depression, and most of the symptoms for autistic girls were just spot on and I finally understood my childhood weirdness. I guess I thought about it for quite a few years before coming to terms with it. I was looking into official diagnosis, was on a looong waiting list, and when they finally called me after 3 years I didn't feel the need anymore. Whatever official support exists for adults in the country I live in is not worth it. I am not even comfortable with terms like 'ASD' anymore, because I'm not disordered, I'm different, and don't want to receive treatment in a system where I am called that.

As for some of the physical limitations coming with it, I have found adaptations to manage life without having to attach a disability label to myself. One of my special interests, thanks to not-so-great joints tendons and bones hindering my desktop work, are alternative input devices. So far I am happy with my mouseboard v1 where I use my feet for clicking mouse buttons, which allows for a greater range of movements when I sit at my desk. It saves my tendons. I am also lucky (or well set up with a garden) and don't work more than 3 or 4 hours a day ever, lots of outdoor activity inbetween.

So now I am happily Neurofunky. And meet a lot of other people like me, with their adaptations, and no need for a 'Disordered' label.

[-] SamU@lemmy.world 1 points 1 year ago

I was this years old ๐Ÿ˜… meaning 34. I was diagnosed officially in March of 2023 after being self-diagnosed for about 3.5 years before that. Never suspected I was autistic beforehand much the same as you. I just knew I was weird, felt stuck between pleasing people (and thus trying to be neurotypical and failing) and trying to be myself. I'm still not there yet but knowing about other women experiencing a lot of the same "milestones" in life has helped me. Aspects of your story match mine to a T, including the part about rambling, haha. I'm very happy with communities like these where we can share and not feel lonely so often. Being alone can be a choice, but feeling lonely, especially when surrounded by people who, seemingly or not, "fit in" is so so so detrimental to my mental health. I don't know what's worse sometimes: receiving compliments for being "so well-adjusted" and "so well-behaved" versus being stuck in my own head overanalyzing every little thing I do and say and never feeling like I did well or like I behaved like a "good human being" /End ramble ;-)

My autistic dad frequently said that I was on the spectrum (always that exact phrase) but refused to have me diagnosed. I grew up just assuming that I had a high-functioning (as I need relatively few accommodations; my apologies if this is an outdated term) form of autism.

Now as an adult, I still don't have the resources to get a professional diagnosis. I feel very much at home in groups like this; I have many of the symptoms of autism though not all; I got 136 on the RAADS-R test. That test was the tipping point that pushed me mentally from "strongly suspecting I'm autistic" to "self-diagnosed autistic".

[-] UnicornKitty@lemmy.world 0 points 1 year ago

I remember being 5 years old in my back yard wondering why I was different.

I always looked. I actually read books by a woman who worked with kids who have autism, and even wished it wasn't just a boy thing because it sounded like me. Forgot about that until one day a few years ago I was looking at cnn.com and they had an article saying something like autism isn't just for boys, it presents differently in girls. I read that article and cried. It all made sense.

Everything I've read since has just reaffirmed it, and my husband, having a normal brain and in the psychology field, took me step by step through the DSM criteria. I originally thought I had maybe 3 of the symptoms. As he went through it, he pointed out things I do that meet the criteria in every category but 2. So I can't even trust myself to diagnose me since my brain works differently from the author.

I tried in 2016, before I met said husband. I got the dreaded social pragmatic language disorder for my trouble.

My husband and I have gone over the idea and I'm going to try again for a diagnosis. I went through autistic burnout after I was fired from yet another job and my husband has had to take care of me because I went from being a strong independent mother of two, to being unable to wear shoes because I strangle my feet with the laces. It's been so hard to deal with this and I feel like I'm made of glass now after being steel for so long. There ARE supports for adults. Just as there are with all disabilities. Because this IS a disability. My husband works with people of all ages with various mental conditions, with autism being the most common, and naturally being an expert with it thanks to me.

So in October I will be going back to the only person within 100 miles who can diagnose me. All so if something happens to him, someone is taking care of me. Otherwise I would literally starve because I refuse to leave the house.

Also, I can trace every single bad thing that happened to me in life, and there was a lot, to an autistic trait. If I had known, or my mother had taken it seriously that I used to go scream and cry in a corner when frustrated instead of making it a somehow funny story, most of those things wouldn't have happened.

[-] spinellie@lemmy.world 1 points 1 year ago

Ive read a bit about how sometimes after people received their diagnosis that there was 'regression' in abilities and that they seemingly 'became more autistic' in part from learning to unmask. Something to do with certain aspects of ourselves being tied to masking so strongly. I too use to be a strong independent woman. I feel pretty incapable these days, I am much more aware of things that bother or upset me. I don't just put a wall up anymore and suffer through things the way I use to. It's awful to feel helpless. I hope you are able to get that diagnosis and find support. I also can link so many of the awful experiences I had to this day to being autistic. I was raised by a seemingly narcissistic single mother (who might actually be autistic, who knows - she doesn't like me 'trying to get in her head' when I ask questions) she never believed me when I told her what I was going through or what had happened. She would undermine me in the doctors office when I would tell them about things - because if something was wrong with me people would think it was her fault. She use to say my father was probably autistic, she meant it as an insult and her knowledge of autism is zero. My mother created a hyper independent young woman who couldn't ask for help to save her life. I struggle with perfectionism. Dealt with suicidal ideation the majority of my life. I instinctively isolate when I'm feeling any large emotion because I can't bare to be a burden. My mother made up fairy tales about why I was the way I was. She use to tell me how I was going to save the world. That I was actually other-worldly. She hinted at fairy mythology mixed with her own imagination. Praised me for being an old soul. But at the same time also made fun of me and told embarassing stories on the regular. Like one time I was grounded (age 7-8?) And I smashed my wooden kids chair against the wall in a fit. When she came up to my room I was just sobbing and trying to put it back together. How is that funny? I was clearly in great distress. That bullshit about babies being able to learn to self-soothing (which is completely inaccurate) probably had something to do with her parenting methods. I haven't talked to my mother in two years now. I shortly spoke to her for a couple months and before that it had been 4 years.

And I'm not one of those people who believes 'your parents did the best they could' that's just not the case for many children. My mom often told me and my siblings she never wanted kids.

this post was submitted on 09 Jul 2023
10 points (100.0% liked)

Women with Autism

455 readers
1 users here now

Since autism in females presents differently, we need a place to discuss our own issues and triumphs dealing with Autism.

Rules

Be respectful.

Adhere to the rules of the instance.

This is a safe space, no mean, hateful, racist, etc stuff here.

Men are welcome as long as they are respectful of our space. They should know our struggles too!

Related Communities

Autism

founded 1 year ago
MODERATORS