Last night, while watching videos on YouTube, I watched a video by Irene at The Thought Spot. Irene shared a comment that she received. The comment read “Hey just wondering how autism shows up for you? You seem very articulate and self aware and have deep empathy. I’m wondering if you perhaps have the INFJ HSP CPTSD COMBO that can look and feel a bit like autism and or ADHD but when we get our nervous system regulated AND our attachment traumas healed we would not qualify for an autism diagnosis ❤️”

Ok, so Irene does a full assessment of the comment, line by line, in her video. You can watch that here. Since she does such a thorough job, I’m not even going to get into the implication that if you are autistic, you can’t be articulate, self aware or have deep empathy (🙄). I only want to touch on my reaction, my internal response to hearing this comment.

I’ve written before that I no longer question whether or not I am autistic. I know that I am. I’ve done enough research, I’ve had my autismness validated by an autistic therapist and I just know, man… My life finally makes sense. I am autistic.

At first, for a long time, I experienced an almost panicky sense of imposter syndrome. Even though I knew…I needed outside validation. What if I was wrong? I can’t claim something this huge and be wrong. That is why I am on a two year waiting list to have an official assessment. Even though I no longer question it and I no longer feel like I need that outside validation, I intend on going through with the assessment so that I will (hopefully…) come up against less backlash from the outside.

Even though I KNOW, and I do know, this comment threw me for a bit of a loop. Imposter syndrome and fear of being wrong struck me hard, briefly. I am an INFJ. Once upon a time, I identified as an HSP, and Lord knows I am highly sensitive. C- PTSD…check. I also know that my nervous system is dysregulated, that is why I’m doing Primal Trust (I do think that most, if not all autistic people would benefit from nervous system regulation work. We the in and process so much information, it serves that better regulation of our nervous systems would help with “symptoms” of autism but autism is not the “symptoms” it is a difference in brain structure). Attachment traumas….again…. check.

After breathing through a bit of panic, I started thinking about it. Irene mentions, in her video, that she was actually at her healthiest when she was diagnosed with autism. Thinking about myself…same. I am most definitely not at my physically healthiest but mental health wise, yeah, I am. I may still have work to do on my attachment wounds (and yes, definitely my nervous system) but I’ve already done a lot of work. Irene says that she believes that if she had sought an autism diagnosis when she was less mentally healthy, she would have been misdiagnosed with OCD and BPD. That is what happened to me. My official diagnosis, back in the day, back when I was very unstable, was Borderline Personality Disorder with Avoidant and Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder traits. Healthier does not equal no autism.

The more I thought, the more irritated I felt. My personality type and my trauma has nothing to do with autism traits that have present since my childhood. Especially, if they were present before enough trauma to cause C- PTSD, like the fact that I started speaking abnormally early (first word four months, sentences before one year). My personality type and trauma also has nothing to do with my father (my dad is an INTP) or the much of his family that, now that I know what I’m looking for, seem clearly autistic to me.

Then there is my son. My personality type and trauma does not account for his hand flapping and other very obvious physical stims that have been present his whole life. It does not account for his damn near all encompassing demand avoidance, or his use of echolalia, his food sensitivities, his tendency to hit himself when frustrated, or constant vocal stimming…

It’s funny, this comment, which was meant to be invalidating of Irene’s experience, diagnosis…life, actually ended up reinforcing what I already know that I know. Which is that I an autistic, as is my son. It also highlights just how important autism awareness is, like awareness spread by those who are actually autistic. The misinformation is…*sigh*…it just is….

I will continue to do my part and speak about my experiences. If you are able, I ask I that you do the same.