I asked my Mum what it was like growing up as an undiagnosed autistic?
Her response was,” I felt misunderstood and always felt like I didn’t belong”.
My Mum moved around a lot when she was a kid, she said each move meant that she could take on a new identity.
A new identity meant that maybe this time it will be someone that others could connect with.
Because she felt that no one seemed to like the real her.
She said over time she forgot who she really was, burying her true self down deep inside.
Kristy Forbes – Autism & ND Support did a post today igniting this conversation.
Would having an earlier diagnosis or even knowing that my mother was autistic at an earlier age made any difference?
Knowledge is power.
My Mum grew up thinking that there was something wrong with her. She said at times she thought she was just bat crap crazy.
Having my diagnosis wasn’t an excuse for it was a reason for.
Now I have a diagnosis
I can now start to understand myself, accept myself and begin to embrace my true authentic self.
*** This photo is of my Mum hiding her identity, I thought it was very fitting photo for this post .***