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This article is the first in a series of autism-related explorations, following the alphabet. What better topic to start than…anxiety?
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“I am not anxious,” I said. I said that for a very long time, because I was annoyed at my emotions. Why would I need to be held back by fears that don’t make sense? I can do better than that. I can be free from that. I can very well see that there is nothing to be worried about, so c’mon, let’s just do this thing.
Not only was I annoyed at my emotions holding me back, but I also had some frustration about the popularization of words like “anxiety”, “depression”, “trauma”, and so on. I do think that these words are often overused nowadays to indicate what are just regular life occurrences. Sometimes they are…just the right word, though. Constant dread is not a regular state for a human being, and “anxiety” happens to be the name for it.
So having established that I was not anxious, and having a very strong willpower, I just went on and did “the thing” — I actually did a lot of things, and I felt like crap the whole time. My body/brain was dreading so many things that I wanted to do. So I just ignored the body. Why? Was there another way?
When you find out you are autistic…
Reflections on the neurodivergent experience and social justice. May contain occasional madness and astral metaphors.