Every time I do something and then regret it, it is my autism that kept me from nipping it in the bud. My ability to write here but not be open in the real world, is my autism speaking. Everything that speaks to a disconnect is the autism. I don’t care if the DDSC or whatever manual would disagree with my assessment of it. I like it. I like using it as a term that fits my life. I know it sounds catch-all.
Every time I spend money I don’t have, it’s autism speaking. To me it’s not catch-all. It’s my reality. It’s my own self.
Eating things that I know will have a deleterious effect on my skin – that’s autism. It’s like the Passover song, Dayenu.
It’s either a catch-all or it truly permeates every single thing in my life. I don’t mind that if it’s true. It’s better than the lifelong haze I’ve been living within.