(Apologies if the main topic of this ventssay has been covered in this thread already; I only found it recently and haven't found the time to go through the post history.)
A year or two ago, I was "peer diagnosed" (lol) by some friends as autistic, especially one who was an older sister figure for me. This summer, I finally talked to my counselor about it, and while I still haven't been given the official official diagnosis, I passed the screening tests with flying colors to the point where we are comfortable saying I am autistic. It's been very helpful for me to figure some stuff out, and I've even helped some friends along the same path. I've known for a few years now I have ADHD, which is what I was originally seeing my counselor for, but frankly the autism stuff has been the main benefit I've taken away.
Despite this, there's a part of me that just feels hollow and bitter over the full experience. When I was talking to my parents about it, informing them I was going to take the screening tests (I'm a college-aged adult who still lives with them part-time and is still mostly financially dependent on them), and my mom had the gall to put on me (paraphrased) "oh yeah we kinda figured you were autistic since you were little!" Great! That's awesome. I was able to mask my way out of the worst of my symptoms through high school and was able to avoid a lot of the social problems it causes; but the effort I was expending to do so, plus school work, plus activities, left me so horribly depressed, but goddamn did I hide it well! Are you telling me that if I knew, if I had the support, it could have gone differently? I could've been happy and not constantly masking being the wholesome but funny friend who cried herself to sleep at night because I couldn't figure out what the hell I was doing wrong?
Things have been better since coming to college in that regard (my ADHD symptoms have been, like, 10x worse though whoops!) but now I'm struggling to "take off the mask", as you will. I think I've established who I am... okay, at least, in online spaces; but it's like the moment I go out in public, I feel like a different person, and I hate it. I relate heavily to the meme of "using the wrong personality with the wrong friend group". And things like this
fucking suck to talk about because it's like admitting you've been lying to someone your whole friendship. It's really not, but it
feels like it, y'know? I know "real friends" will understand and emphasize, but it's still awful to talk about. That's why I'm shouting to the void in this thread. The worst part too is I have no idea if my feelings on this are actually real--I could be totally consistent and have no idea because my self-image is shattered (I blame the undiagnosed autism + being trainsgendur in a not the best situation for that, but there's almost certainly more stuff going on in my head noodle too). I'm not
totally consistent, I have a couple distinct moments where I knew I was acting differently than the "me" someone reading this would know me as would; but the occassional instance can be chalked up to a bad day, right? It could just be that.
I have no clue.
I don't even know if the allegedly de-masked "me" I am online or in private is really me, either--what if it's just another facade? What am I really like? Is there really a "real" me? Is it masks all the way down?
It's been a long week (it's only Wednesday haha shoot me) and I needed a break from things so I spent some time to write this. I've been feeling a lot of this for a while but it's nice to get it on paper (or screen, rather). Can anyone relate to any of this? Any advice for sorting this all out? Hell, even just some good vibes would be nice. Cheers, and thanks for reading this.