Struggling with not being ashamed of being disabled…will I ever not be ashamed?
So, I have autism and adhd (and possibly bipolar disorder), Ever since I was 8, I have always struggled with not being ashamed of having autism…not ashamed of those who are neurodivergent, but ashamed of myself for being different…I am 19, almost 20, and I still struggle to this day with not feeling dread anytime a flaw of mine’s is brought up…mainly because I know it’s true…I need help with certain things that neurotypical people my age wouldn’t struggle with.
Every time I have an SSI interview or yearly IHSS check-in, I hate being there because my mom has to explain all the things I can’t do. I can’t drive, I struggle socially, and there are a lot of everyday things I still need help with. Hearing it out loud makes me feel so weak, even though I know nobody is trying to hurt me….why does my brain have to work differently…why can’t I just be “normal”…
I’ve also been homeschooled since I was 11. I was taken out of public school because the bullying got so bad that I became suicidal. Homeschooling itself wasn’t the problem..honestly, my grades improved a lot because I could go at my own pace. The hard part was the social isolation.
Because of that, I’ve had little to no interaction with people my age for years. After graduating last year, it’s really been hitting me hard. I feel so behind socially…for fucks sake I missed out on going to Prom and Grad-night…because my school sucked.
And the one “friend” last year, he fucked me over so many times…he broke my heart and crushed it into pieces over something little…he was racist towards me at times, but i kept him in my life because i was lonely. It’s been almost a year since ive had to cut him off. And ive never felt more lonely and ashamed of being autistic than ive ever felt…because its like, if i was actually around people my age throughout my life, i wouldn’t have been so desperate to keep someone who was clearly bad for me.
And honestly, I want to go to in-person college and eventually work…but not even because I want to work that badly, but because I want to feel like I’m part of something. :(
I want to feel normal. I want a life outside of my house. I want connection….my mom tries to reassure me that i shouldn’t feel ashamed and i shouldn’t refuse help…but i can’t help it…like i said this has been a struggle since i was 8…
Maybe if i didn’t feel so disabled and was still able to function like a regular human being i wouldn’t feel so ashamed….maybe if i actually knew what it was like to have genuinely friends, and not having to go to bed hugging my pillow almost every night i wouldn’t hate myself as much as I have…