Category Archives: Social Cues

“i’ll do anything once”

when i was younger, there was this habit i got into in my 20s, which gradually waned over time. it’s a variation on “learning social situations” — my rationale was that if i make a mistake, i’ll make it once, then learn from the situation.

the only problem with this thinking is that in a lot of situations, i’m an associative learner, not a crystalized one, and some of the situations i was in cascaded over months or years. there are a potentially infinite number of situations i can find myself in by definition, and that for a variety of reasons, may or may not easy to extricate myself out of. this is further compounded by my being both too trusting and too nice. as a result, i’d get used, get fed up, get out of the bad situation, find another one, then do it all over again. not so much because of thinking “maybe it’ll be different this time” as “hey, look at this entirely different situation, i wonder what that’s about”. eventually, i started kicking myself over it, then i realized that wasn’t working, either – so i just pulled back from socializing, first in terms of intimate relationships, then friendship.

in my late 40s, the way i started to deal with this was to simply avoid people. which is fine and all, but i do actually like interacting with people, i just don’t like having my senses overwhelmed by speaking (or being spoken to), having my visual and auditory thinking being disrupted by verbal rhetoric, and being so overloaded as a result that i couldn’t catch my over-trusting, oversensitive, hyperempathic nature being messed with.

now that i’ve learned better well enough to just not get myself into shitty situations to begin with (of whichever nature), i think there’s a solution for this sort of pattern that goes deeper than the also-important “learn social situations” one.

for me, i need two things in place for this to get better:

– i need to accept and embrace being non-speaking (at times);
– i need to trust my visual, auditory and associative learning processes.

one of the ways i reflexively learn things is by what my senses tell me, and by visual memory. example: if i read something visually descriptive, my mind turns it into a visual representation of the text. (i can also speak text if its written down, even if i’m otherwise non-speaking, sometimes.) where my senses come into play is that my mind will use my sense of recall and visual learning to draw a symbolic map of a potential danger, or need. if i trust both of those things, then i can learn how to avoid situations based on non-verbal communication and thought. otherwise, i’ll start convincing myself that the “word things” (words that i’m thinking or saying, but that don’t match what I’m trying to communicate) i’m saying to myself in order to translate and verbally communicate in the situation are actually real. it’s a form of masking, that thankfully i learned well enough to avoid becoming too invested in, but it’s still a risk for me. this mixed with being too trusting and too nice is a recipe for disaster.

these two things play off of each other. it’s a LOT easier to “parse” my visual thought processes (and my auditory ones) if i don’t have to translate into text. this is where AAC can come in very handy; my mind likes to shut itself my speaking ability temporarily if it can’t keep up with the translation into words and speech. so then, i can’t speak, possibly for a sentence, possibly for hours. if i really get overwhelmed, my speech will stop working altogether for days at a time (or become much more limited). the same thing goes for grammar – i’ve had occasions where everything seemed to be going fine with my creative writing process, then i just stopped altogether and couldn’t do so for years. it’s a type of autistic burnout when things get to that point.

until i finally let go of masking my frequent inability to speak, and embraced myself as a non-speaking (at times) person, I wasn’t able to accept and connect with tools such as AAC. my hope is that using AAC in a fluid way that maps to my neurology means that I can communicate without being overwhelmed – in other words, i’ll use a combination of AAC and speaking to whatever degree is possible in the situation. if something is too difficult to speak or type in the moment, i can write it in advance. if neither of those are possible, i can take my time. if all of that not permitted, that is when I plan to raise holy hell about it, in the finest crip liberation, “no spoons, only knives” direct action sense. hell hath no fury like an infinitely minded woman who has been indefinitely fucked with. onward.

Autism and Consent

This is a directly worded, very concise post.

https://kirstenlindsmith.wordpress.com/2018/01/16/autism-and-consent/

The only thing I’d add is that while asserting that autistic people can’t understand non-consent is ableist (ridiculously, patently so), what can be difficult is parsing allistic social cues, which are always all over the place, but they’re *really, really* all over the place when it comes to intimacy.

The solution remains the same, though: ask. Always fucking ask.

If that’s still hard to grasp: *all* of the social norms around that (both good and bad) were most likely invented by allistics, over *centuries*, and were almost entirely invented by cishet men regardless, with typically *NO* input from women.

Even queer social norms have some of that BS as well. At the least.

So unless you relish trusting cishet allistic fuckshit that excludes women, and hoping for the best (which won’t happen): ask.

Also, *DO NOT rely on pick up books!* Here’s why.

https://kirstenlindsmith.wordpress.com/2014/02/21/clueless-autism-and-the-pua-community/

That Time I Got Jumped

TW: extreme violence, attempted murder, transphobia

I got jumped in high school. I could have died.

Me, once I broke free of the stranglehold: “Why did you do that?”

Him: “Because you’re different.”

Me: “Different? What kind of different?”

His friend, who watched the whole thing and did nothing: “Come on, let’s go. No, let’s *go*.”

They ran off.

Going back through it, “you’re different” wasn’t just over being trans (and starting to wear more femme clothing to school, and growing my hair out, in order to start trying to come out), or being mixed (although i got attacked for that as well, all the time), but because I didn’t pick up on the “…what are you doing” socially layered cues that were a sort of “danger: cease autism” warning against defying the norms, as well.

I now strongly suspect that not reading the warning cues (someone asked me “what’s this about”, and i didn’t get the “concerned, but oh well” tone and expression they had, at all), was what pushed things over the edge into my being attacked. Teenagers talk. What about? They didn’t tell me — I’m sure they assumed I’d figure it out on my own, or if not, that it was on me.

If I had known how to read the body language and facial expression of the person who tried to warn me, I’d have been like “oh shit, this is high school, and I’m…something they don’t like, obviously, they keep assaulting me, got it” and either closeted myself until I could get free, or figured out a means of resistance with my high school “beyond the outcasts” social cluster. ✊🏽 (Note: if I grew up when teaching “life skills” was more common, I doubt it would’ve helped much. My assumption is that doesn’t work for the same reasons that sex ed in the U.S. frequently doesn’t work, either. Labeling a curriculum a particular way doesn’t mean that it’s addressing the needs that the label infers.)

As it was, I was perplexed. I thought to myself, “Are you unhappy about the way i’m presenting? You don’t seem angry, so…well hunh, no idea. I guess you were just curious. Oh well.”

Shortly after that, I got jumped. I took the proficiency exam, split that gd place and never looked back. 💃🏽