Autistic Am I

The following is a post of mine  from another social media app that I made in response to a question posed about the affects of masking in autistic individuals  There is no place in society for us to not mask, no place for us to be ourselves, even when we disclose our disability, we can’t help but feel everyone’s eyes on us, real or perceived. It’s not the fault of anyone, not society, not NT’s ,not us. It is because of our disability , our mind gives us erroneous information ( which , like a broken clock may sometimes be correct) about social interactions. We are alone, even when we are not. We cannot understand what people are thinking or trying to relay to one another with body language or innuendo, so for us to interact with most people takes a great deal of energy, and I mean real calorie burning energy. Masking exhausts us. Lucky ones , like myself , have a safe harbor with loved ones to be themselves, goofy , eccentric, super emotional and just blank when necessary. Unl...

 I live in a region that often has violent and deadly storms. Super cell thunderstorms that spawn large tornadoes are a common occurrence. Our local weathermen attempt to forecast these storms, to help save lives. They have computer models that will help them predict where and when these storms may occur. Predicting these storms is troublesome at best. We have false alarms , perhaps more often than we have actual storms. These storms typically approach from an area west of where I live known as “Tornado Alley” . Where I live is right at what may be considered as the direct path of this so called alley. I’ve learned that the best predictor of eminent danger is to monitor the approaching storms and look for a recent history of these storms spawning tornadoes. If there has been a recent history of tornadoes then there’s a good chance my area will be in danger. I’ve noticed a parallel with predicting these storms Mother Nature produces and the “social storms” that are man made that I s...