“I always knew something was ‘wrong,’ or as I prefer to say ‘different‘ about me, but I didn’t know what, and nobody else did either, including my parents, family, and educators. I didn’t speak much. People would say hello to me and I would ignore them or just turn away. I would go sit in the corner and draw for hours because it was an easier way for me to communicate than speaking. People would ask, ‘What’s wrong with her?’ Most of the time, I would just be called crazy, moody or shy, or a brat, but I was far from any of those things. I had anxiety, but none of us knew what it was as the time, and also I was autistic, which no one knew either.
Art has always been my escape — drawing, painting, theater, and dance were my communication tools. It was a place for my emotions when they didn’t fit anywhere else. I did not have a lot of friends and I was bullied most of the time. I didn’t understand I was being teased or tormented. I just felt like I was being treated differently. When I was in plays as a child, I would always get the role I auditioned for, and sometimes that meant a friend who auditioned for the same part would stop speaking to me, call me names, and get others to stop speaking to me as well.
Many don’t feel people with autism are worthy of living their dreams. I think Hollywood, Broadway, and even smaller theater groups have a horrible representation of autistic actors, models, etc. There are plenty of autistic performers capable of playing autistic and non-autistic roles, but they won’t be cast. They will easily cast a non-autistic person to play an autistic person, or a non-disabled person to play a character with some other type of disability before even looking within the community.
I had a late diagnosis, I believe partly because there is a myth black girls don’t have autism, so if something was noticed, it would never be something they would think to test me for. When I was diagnosed, it hadn’t been the first time I had heard I could possibly be on the spectrum. My therapist, years before, had mentioned I seemed like I could be on the spectrum, but never did anything about it or took any further steps to help with getting some answers. When my team of doctors sat down to discuss it with me, they were asking me if anyone ever mentioned to me I may be on the spectrum. I was hospitalized at the time, so this is where my evaluation was done. It took hours; I couldn’t focus or sit still and I was getting aggravated. We took several breaks and they were very understanding.
None of my test results were a surprise to me. It was hard to accept, but it was also a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. I wasn’t ‘crazy.’ There was a reason I am the way I am. There was a reason I struggle to communicate, have sensory issues, have nonverbal periods, etc. It gave me a better understanding of myself. Learning I was autistic changed my life because I could now teach people how to and not to treat/deal with me. I could now handle situations better because I was aware of the reason my mind reacts to situations and information the way it does,.I understood I was not having tantrums but I was having autistic meltdowns. I understood I wasn’t having shutdowns but I was experiencing autistic burnouts.
In many ways, it did not change me. My character, my heart, and my outlook on life are all still the same. I was still the same inside. I was still me, I just now knew what I’ve dealt with my entire life. Common misconceptions I have seen a lot again are black people do not get autism, people with autism are stupid, and people with autism have no empathy. In my case, this is false. I’m not stupid, although I may need things explained to me in a different way than it could be explained to a non-autistic person. I’m also very empathetic. Everyone has dealt with others not believing in them and I’ve dealt with this too, but the people who don’t believe in me do not matter to me. Those who really care about you and value their relationship with you will believe in you and your dreams.
I live with autism, I do not suffer from it. I’m a naturally happy person. No matter what is going on, I’m going to smile, I’m going to laugh, and I’m going to be grateful. It could always be so much worse. Like many people living with autism, I do experience seizures, but even with that, I am not suffering. It’s hard, it’s dangerous, and it has caused lingering damage, but I’m not suffering. I’m just living differently. I’ve had over 115 seizures.
July of last year was my worst experience with them, and they caused the most lasting damage. They were the most violent and the hardest to wake up from. I experienced memory loss, which I still deal with, and my speech was affected but I’m working toward getting it back to where I started. The types of seizures I’ve had are grand mal seizures. I’m on medication, but for some reason, it stopped working for awhile. Even when I’m doing really good, one will slip through here and there. Right now, I’m experiencing a lot of episodes, but we haven’t figured out why yet. I take 26 pills a day (down from 33) so I feel like that’s an improvement.
When I draw, paint, and design, I don’t only create things with autism in mind. I’ve made awareness art for breast cancer and other illnesses as well. When we had a surge in police killings, or when they were more publicized and more awareness came to the issue with cases like Breonna Taylor and George Floyd, I made pieces in tribute to them, to raise awareness and show my support and honor their lives. This is the way I knew how to express what I was feeling about the issues. I didn’t know another way to communicate it.
I hope others know staying positive helps A LOT. You may be living with challenges, but that doesn’t mean you still can’t be blessed. I am very blessed. I always want those living with autism (or any other challenges) to know they should never put limitations on themselves and they should definitely not let others put limitations on them because God puts no limitations on you. If you have a dream and passion is there, you can do it. Some days will be really hard but others will be really great. I choose to focus on the really great.
If had to give advice to others with similar or any challenges, it would just be to focus on the really great. Every day will not be wonderful, but we have the next coming day for another chance at happiness, another day at joy, and another day to fight again. Even though it may get extremely hard, never give up, know the pain won’t last forever, and hold on. Forget all the rules written for people with autism and live your life the way your heart desires for you to live it. Don’t accept something is ‘wrong,’ just know you are different, and different is beautiful. Different is special.
My relationship with my family and friends varies depending on who it is. I don’t have a lot of friends, but the ones I do have are very understanding. They understand sometimes I need my space, but also sometimes I may be a little needy and need extra support. They know what my interests are and we do things I like doing. They understand somethings I just cannot do things because of my health and they understand.
I have a lot of family members and a lot of cousins who are very protective of me, even the younger ones. I think they are still learning about autism and their understanding of me, but they have never treated me differently because this is how they’ve always known me. They understand I just can’t do everything. Sometimes it makes me sad or I feel alone but I’m used to it. As weird as it sounds, even though I don’t always understand why things happen the way they do as far as my health and challenges, I still never question God. I just trust in Him, and it works for me.”
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