A few days ago, on autism acceptance day (though I did not realize this until after the fact), I became officially autistic. Of course that’s not true, I was already autistic. I have always been autistic but that is how it felt. I feel like I no longer have the need to qualify the fact that I am autistic with “self diagnosed at this point…”, as if self diagnosis isn’t valid. Unfortunately though, to many it isn’t valid and even though I’ve known… I have known that I am autistic for quite some time now, claiming it felt disingenuous. Imposter syndrome is real y’all.

So…on autism acceptance day, I had my formal autism assessment and became formally autistic and now no one will ever have cause to doubt my autisticness, right? If only that were truly the case.

I will not receive my actual report for another week or so but the psychologist did tell me her thoughts on my diagnosis… C-PTSD, Autism, and ADHD. She also mentioned dissociation, alexithymia and giftedness. When my mom asked what the psychologist had said, that is what I told her… C-PTSD, autism, ADHD… And my mom said ” you don’t have any of those”. The following day when I asked my dad if Mom had told him that both my son and I had received an autism diagnosis, he replied “yeah, she said you said that” and walked out of the room. So, yeah, there’s that.

Being that April is autism month, I’ve seen so much debate over whether that should be qualified with awareness or acceptance, i.e. autism acceptance month or autism awareness month. I agree that acceptance is important. Awareness speaks of just that, an awareness that we exist, while acceptance speaks to accomodation, it speaks to change, it speaks to the possibility of inclusion, the possibility of healing but…. As much as acceptance is needed, we, as a society aren’t ready to drop the need for awareness just yet.

It isn’t that my parents (and most people including countless doctors and even professionals supposedly qualified to diagnose autism) think that I’m (and so many others are) not autistic because they’re just being assholes (although, I am aware that that can be a problem with some people too). They aren’t able to believe me because of a fundamental societal misunderstanding about what autism is and the myriad ways that it can present. This is a problem of lack of accurate information and education.

I want to say that it’s amazing that it took 44 years for me to receive an accurate diagnosis. I want to say that my differences have been apparent my entire life and it’s amazing that I went under the radar for so long. The truth is though, it isn’t amazing and I didn’t go under the radar. Instead, I collected mental health diagnoses like clothing that didn’t quite fit, that sat as clutter in the closet of my mind.

I’ve been viewed as sick and broken my entire life, so… I lived as if I were sick and broken and in need of fixing. Try to fix myself, I did. I dedicated my life to fixing myself. I suppressed all of the parts of myself that were natural and easy and authentic. All of the parts that I like about myself. The parts that make me me. All in the name of fixing myself. I fixed myself until my self was completely gone and all that was left was actual sickness, brokenness. This is why I’ll argue that both awareness and acceptance are equally important. Without awareness, there can be no acceptance. Unfortunately, as a society we are woefully unaware.