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i like that Tik Tok Gave Me Autism: The Politics Of Self Diagnosis video, which is good and surprising because the title made me scared and worried that it would activate yet another impostor syndrome spiral (i have LONG had the fear that im "not really autistic", that im "faking it", despite LITERALLY HAVING GOTTEN an official autism diagnosis, and not even really one that i even WANTED in the first place, i was forced to go through the process by a parent who was acting in an abusive way and wanted to see if i had a legitimate excuse for having trouble finding work or paying rent to him)

i have long kind of felt that arguing over who is "neurodivergent enough" or "trans enough" is kinda a bad framing. like the goal shouldn't just be to make little enclaves where who is autistic or trans enough to be there is policed, the goal should be autistic and trans liberation, and ultimately that means anyone who is affected by anti-autistic society, or transphobia, anyone who feels like they benefit from society becoming accommodating of us, is a sibling in our struggles and should be welcomed rather than scrutinized. the communities are important (at least in theory; i am incapable of community so i wouldn't know in practice) because they are a way of mutual-support and advocacy, not because everybody there meets some arbitrarily defined criteria doctors made up. like it shouldn't be a club, it should be a community.

but also i've gotta say i think being officially diagnosed is kind of overrated anyways. like that stupid piece of paper signed by a psychologist never really did anything for me. i didn't gain access to resources i wouldn't have otherwise had access to. it didn't get me accommodations to make my workplace less brutal and life-destroying. i still failed out of school. heck, it didn't even stop my dad from kicking me out, which was ostensibly the entire purpose of me getting it in the first place. i don't even have that piece of paper, i don't know how or if it would even be possible to get a copy of it again. at this point it probably doesn't matter because autism is consistently noted in my medical record i guess. but like realistically, my autistic friends have done more fur me to help me exist in a worldt hostile to me than that piece of paper ever did


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