So... It
seems I’m... getting out of the closet. About my autism, that is.
One of the
reasons why I finally thought “So what the fuck?” and went aupairing was that
my friend M. was doing it, and reading about it in her blog, it looked amazing.
My
relationship with M. begun around 2006 in a certain foto-blog plataform and
we’ve been in touch via different social networks, and we follow each other
blogs. So, she knows about my aspergers. I think she is actually the only
person I knew before I found out that knows.
And I
decided to come aupairing to Irealnd and I ended up in Co. Cork, were she is.
And we met up (for the first time and it was weird and great and whatever).
But the
thing is she knows.
And then
one saturday night I told F., because I... felt like it.
So she
knows too.
And we were
chatting the other day and... well, if G. didn’t properly realize what’s going
on, then he just sort of did, but it was stated clear that my mind works in a
different way at least.
And I’m
getting out of the closet and it feels... a lot of different things.
Of course
it feels great. I had actually thought of this experience as a way of starting
a life that makes me feel better, with less passing and more freedom, right
from the instant “So what the fuck?” came into my mind. And being free to be
yourself feels fucking great.
And of
course it’s hella scary too, I mean, now I suddenly am openly* autistic, and I
don’t really know what’s expected from me or to what point I can act like
myself and not my passing self, and what aspects of my autistic mind are OK and
not creepy to reveal to the people that I want to keep as friends, and how is
people going to respond to it? Are they all going to start acting weird and
ruin it all? And is it safe? or does it make me just even more vulnerable?
And them
I’m proud, because I’m actively taking my own steps towards what I think it
should be. Because, come on, asking for the right to be something you’re
actually hiding you are is not exactly cool, right? And asking for better
conditions and understanding for and about you while you’re not ready to show
it is about you is both mean and... mean, right? And when you’re changing that
hypocrite part of you (even if it’s only a small part of it, not the whole, not
all at once, it feels good, and your self steem suddenly grows, because you don’t
really accept yourself until you publicly accept yourself, right?
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