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Saturday, July 11, 2015

I feel Autistic

     Sometimes I feel normal and sometimes I feel autistic. Most days, when I am my cheery self, I feel normal. When I am overstimulated, I often feel more autistic. It's not easy to explain, but some of the feelings make me happy and some of the feelings make me frustrated.
     Today, I felt autistic. I didn't want to talk. I wanted to stare in space. I wanted to stim. This past week has been a really long week, and it has been hard for me to handle. It's been a good hard, a challenging hard, but hard none the less. At 3:05 during work, I finally melted down. I'd already promised myself this summer at work was going to be different and I wasn't going to shed a tear. Well that planned got messed up today. By 3:15 I was all better and back on the floor working.
      If you notice the beginning couple sentences of the previous paragraph, that's kind of what my thinking is like when I feel autistic. I don't want to talk and my answers are short and sweet. If I can, I try to get away with one word answers or yes and no answers to questions. God forbid, I answer more than that, I start breaking out in tears. Tears are frustrating, zoning is not. When i can zone out, I can think about my own stuff, not worry about the expectations of the world. This makes me feel happy. I begin to calm down.
     When I feel autistic, I also begin to fixate on things more. This week, my fixation is arts fest of course. I am determined to make it to arts fest. When I got in the car after work today, I started talking to my mom. I used as few words at a time as I could and I still broke down again. When expressing myself and reassuring myself about art's fest, I finally broke what I wanted say down to, "Sunday". My mother replied, "yes, we will go to arts fest on Sunday". I was happy. The short one word phrases are always a noun.
     Over the years, I have had experience working with kids who have autism. Often times they will say what they want at which point we coax them to say, "I want...". With my understanding of the way I think is that the child is just saying what they can to get there point across without exhausting themselves. It may not be that they don't know to do it, but that it's exhausting. The child is most likely overstimulated by the world around them and trying to process what they want. Once the child goes into meltdown, they have lost patience with trying to express their needs and wants. It's something so simple, but yet it's so hard to understand. 

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