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Where can I find people who are talking about South Asian autistics. Experiences of growing up with a language that has no name for adhd or autism. I think it& #39;s how I went undiagnosed until adulthood despite having majority traits #ActuallyAutistic #adhdautism
My mum used to tell this story of how as a child I walked around "daintily" on my tip toes and wouldn& #39;t put my foot flat on the ground because I was a "fastidious princess". I learned 2 weeks ago that is sometimes an ASD trait and not a cute toddler quirk 
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My mum also told stories of how much of a fussy eater I was and how I& #39;d go hungry all day refusing to eat what was put before me unless it was a particular food I liked. Unfortunately, since then I& #39;ve developed an extremely unhealthy relationship with food/junk food.
My mum also told stories of how much of a fussy eater I was and how I& #39;d go hungry all day refusing to eat what was put before me unless it was a particular food I liked. Unfortunately, since then I& #39;ve developed an extremely unhealthy relationship with food/junk food.
She *still* tells stories of how different and distant I was from other children. How even amongst cousins, I& #39;d sit and observe quietly from a distance refusing to get involved #ActuallyAutistic
Stories of how I& #39;d suddenly and for "no reason" start crying for hours on end, distraught for no apparent reason to the point neighbours would turn up at the house to offer help. For a child that was otherwise "so well behaved, quiet, and no trouble at all" this wasn& #39;t alarming?
I& #39;ve been stimming my whole life without realising it& #39;s what I was doing. pulling hair from my scalp until there was a bald patch, graduating to pulling eyebrows in my teens. The shame and embarrassment eventually pushed me to stimming in less visible ways #ActuallyAutistic
I used to compulsively track and memorise licence plates. Shop fronts. Street signs. Pavement tiles. Cracks in the wall, ceiling, floor.
I was obsessed with and terrified of death as a child. Unable to fall asleep because I was scared I& #39;d die. I& #39;ve struggled with insomnia my entire life. Existential dread was so strong at times I& #39;d disconnect from reality entirely #ActuallyAutistic
I& #39;d create elaborate and detailed fantasies in my head at night to escape from the intrusive thoughts and fear, to find sleep. I would become so immersed and obsessed with these fantasies that I& #39;d continue them the next day. Going so far as refusing to go to school or
To socialise so I could sit and daydream in peace. I had literal hiding places where I could sit without being observed or disturbed so I could continue to build my fantasy world and story in peace #ActuallyAutistic #adhdautism
And yet I& #39;ve heard that as an autistic I& #39;m supposed to have trouble with imagination? If anything I had so much of it that I struggled to remain in the real world. It was painful, actually painful, having to leave the world inside my head to re-enter this one. #ActuallyAutistic
I haven& #39;t even spoken about the auditory processing difficulties, the sensory sensitivity, the bullying, the overwhelming empathy that would cause me so much pain and trouble my whole life. But I& #39;m feeling overwhelmed right now so another time. #ActuallyAutistic #adhdautism
