For as long as i can remember my shortcomings were framed as “not trying hard enough”. On countless occasions people even assumed malicious intentions and accused me of (not) doing certain things out of spite. It was assumed that i was “too smart to struggle with something so trivial”
In reality i either
1) forgot to do it, because the task/item i was supposed to bring/etc. stopped existing in my brain after i left the room
2) misinterpreted what had been said and did not understand what people actually wanted me to do
3) i DID understand what i was supposed to do but was paralysed by fear and anxiety and overwhelm and therefor ended up not doing it
4) i decided not to do it because i found the request to be unreasonable
I now know that there are reasons for my struggles.
I am autistic, I have ADHD and experienced trauma that has given me PTSD.
I am unable to participate in society in the way neurotypical people can. Since neurotypical people are “the norm”, I am a deviation.
My challenges can be overcome in some ways but not in others.
I am unable to care for myself fully.
And still, my brain goes back to the years of accusations and plays them back in a loop. If so many people said it, they must be right.
Right?
Objectively, I know the answer is “No. They were wrong.”
But it feels like i am at war with myself when it comes to the pure subjective experience that is entirely my own.
I am torn apart by the helplessness that comes with trying to accept the fact that i am indeed disabled. I hate that i have to rely on other people. I feel guilty, I feel useless, I am scared.
In a way my brain is trying to convince me that it is just another excuse.
I’m so tired. I feel so lost. I am unsure, unstable and off-kilter. I am trying so hard to unlearn the ableism i grew up with and still, it feels like I’m tilting at windmills.
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