r/AutisticAdults • u/More_Hamster4805 • 13h ago
autistic adult The most helpful, yet worst part is realizing you are trying to be someone you are not.
This is especially true for late-diagnosed such as myself as, in my experience, it already felt as if I was already “being myself”. As of now, however, I seriously believe that “being myself“ is actually being nothing at all, because I am so far detached from what I once was. It’s like I lost that person because I was too busy either trying to be someone else, or just escaping through video games or other things to which neglected self-introspection. So now when I “lower the mask“, it just feels just a garbled mess that’s clear in some places, like dishwater.
It just wasn’t very obvious because it’s all I known and done for years, but once I began really reflecting, I began to realize how much things that I would do, say, or tolerate that I didn’t even like, or how many things I do that actually tire me. So much so that I am unsure where the real me begins and where the nonsense ends. I was a very sensitive, empathetic boy when I was young, and so very imaginative. Now, I am stone-faced and come off as cold, or tired. I just exist now.
And I think that’s the ultimate consequence of that self-neglect of my true self, this sort of blunting where I have no real sense of actual identity. If you asked me who I really was, I could tell you the obvious, but those ratings and some questions from the evaluation showed that I have difficulty really identifying myself. It’s just me shrugging my shoulders.
You know what I can tell you? What games I like. What I think about some game or movie with a deep dive. What I like to eat. What I like to drink. What porn really gets me off. My life has been constant, unchecked consuming because that’s all I could do in a broken household. Consume. Consume. Consume. Even now, as I try and improve by limiting my screens, porn, etc., it’s always some sort of failure as I mess up yet again, as if I can't escape these ways to cope. Stating that I am seasoned at games with 20+ years under my belt, and that I love tanks, is all I can really say about myself that’s interesting. Unfortunately, all of this has done more harm than good.
I don‘t like how I act, or the things I say sometimes when I am with anyone, inside and outside my friend group. It obviously hasn’t done me any favors, because now I hardly talk to anyone outside of my immediate family. I don’t like the person I am now. In college, I studied computer science, and I would say my senior classes were intimate and with classmates that I would consider “less than normal”. I was so confident and loved every second of it, and was in my prime, and I genuinely think it was because I didn’t have to be like a “hard ass” or “funny guy” or a “bro”. The bar was practically on the floor where it was easy.
I think the most messed up part is how subtle it was (or how lacking my self-reflection skills were) to where I was misinterpreting so many things. When I was thinking of being evaluated after I was told that I was thought to be autistic when I was a kid/teen, I saw that autistic people “mask”. The thing was, that I assumed it meant that the person had INSIGHT when they did it, as if they already knew their true self, and knew they had to act differently. That may be the case for some, but I didn’t have insight at all! I remember thinking “Well, it doesn’t feel like a performance, I wouldn‘t think, so I don’t think I’m masking.”
The only hint I really had was that when I was in the most stressful moments of my life (like my OCD waxing), I felt like a “different person” that was “weird“ as I was horribly anxious, clingy, and sensitive. Thought it could be depression at the time or something else, but now I think it’s just… Me. Neglected ol’ me. I remember thinking “why are you acting like this.“ “You’re being ridiculous and unlike yourself. Stop.” But I wouldn’t. I think that’s because I didn’t have the energy to be anyone else but my vulnerable self until the next waning period would come.
I remember crying to my mother upon seeing a commercial for kids without parents, where a boy threw a football only for no one to catch it. Yet now I can’t seem to have that now. Didn’t feel as much as I would have liked when a woman who was a good part of my early childhood was diagnosed with early-onset Dementia. Was only annoyed inside when my grandmother needed me to drive her to see her brother in the ER. I feel like a horse’s ass, and I don’t want to be a horse’s ass. That’s not what I used to be. I don’t know what I’ve done to myself, with all of the escapism and screens and internet, but I hate every bit of it. I wish I was as sensitive and cried as much as I once did.
Self-reflection on many things, such as yourself, your habits, your coping mechanisms, etc. as well as being able to identify them is such an important skill. Do not neglect it like I once did. I always thought I had it figured out, but that was not the case.