Labels, Redux.
After several years of study and evaluation, I’ve come to the conclusion that I do not fit properly into any diagnostic labels that have been bestowed upon me. In short, I’m not properly autistic (in either the high-functioning sense, as I was labeled, or the low-functioning sense) in any true sense of the word. I am extremely withdrawn and am more sensitive to my surroundings than others, but there are other tendencies of mine that prevent me from having any sort of label. My tendencies towards tact (in most circumstances; if someone makes me sufficiently angry, that tact is gone), polytropic mental processing, generalisation, and other such “normal” activities indicate that whoever evaluated me was not exactly right. My state would better be interpreted as bi-modal, in that I can both generalise and see very clear specifics, quite often at the same time. I am not quite neuro-typical, but I’m not autistic either. I’m just me, Jess Caralize, like it or not.
Even though I’ve realised that it is futile to apply a label onto myself, I still support the neurodiversity movement and equal rights for all.
