Autscriptic: Mild Autism

This is an exceptional piece of writing. It describes so well how feel when faced with a similar reaction.

Autism and Expectations

In 2016 I wrote a post that seemed to capture people’s imagination in a way that others didn’t. Autscriptic has since been shared far and wide.

It taught me that there is great power in sharing conversations between neurotypes: Laying bare the misunderstandings that tangle us up.

The first Autscriptic was about the trials of masking, this Autscriptic is about the times when I’ve had people quantify my autism based on how well I can smile. Once again it is not me recounting any one conversation, it’s a story based on many conversations I have had. Usually with people who know little about me and less about my autism diagnosis.

You must have a mild form



Mild and soft and gentle as a summer rain?

I suppose

What does mild mean?

Well, you’re not very… flappy. You can talk, you can look at me. I just mean you…

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The A word returning to UK BBC tv soon.

There are free tickets available for those who can get to Central London on 26th October.

When the first series was on, 2 years ago, I had no idea at the time I’m autistic, but I loved young Joe’s earphones. It’s one of my ways of shutting out the world, but I didn’t make the connection at the time. Silly me. 

Watch “Understanding ASC in adulthood: insight from interviews and brain imaging” on YouTube

I was one of the 29 autistic participants in this research. There’s more to come, but this is Dr Liz Milne’s initial findings.

There was a useful Q&A session after the talk, which for confidentiality reasons isn’t shown here, but it allowed a bit more depth on some of the areas covered. 

I’m not just Socially Awkward

Socially different. That’s a great phrase from an inspiring autistic writer.

Autism and Expectations

When I tell people I’m autistic it usually goes one of two ways; either they can’t make me fit into their idea of what autism is and completely reject it, or they mark me down as “socially awkward” and leave it there.

It explains my lack of constant contact, it explains my monologuing about things that interest me, it explains why on social occasions I move around a room like a loose cog in a machine – catching on things, getting stuck in places, jarring against this and that before being knocked into a corner and staying there.

Those are the things about me that you can see. What you can’t see are the other bits; my problems with Executive Function, my never-ending battle with literalness, my lip-reading over auditory-processing, my sensory issues, my affinity with numbers and disassociation with names, and on and on and on.

When people classify…

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Typing The Words

I could easily have written this myself, it’s so close to my own thoughts.

Finally Knowing Me: An Autistic Life

Although the notion of me being autistic had been suggested by several people throughout the month of August 2016, and I’d started to research the idea seriously on the 23rd August, and then been to see my GP to get some sort of outside opinion on 16th September, by this time last year I hadn’t yet actually admitted to myself that this whole “autism hypothesis” thing was anything more than, well, a hypothesis!

I had, however, assembled a really tiny chat group on facebook, because I needed somewhere to be able to talk about what was going on, and the thought of declaring myself autistic on my main facebook wall (where most of my social life takes place) was WAY too much for me at that point. Furthermore, nobody outside of my immediate “every day” circle, or who hadn’t been there over the summer, knew what was going on. I…

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