One thing I often wonder about with autism is how it must feel to not be autistic. I wish I could be neurotypical for just one day to experience the difference.
I have that exact same thought every single day.
Maybe we’re better off not knowing.
I think I got a taste of neurotypical life for a little while during my second semester of senior year at college.
Balancing school, studying, exercising, and my social life was a breeze— I was really on top of things and flourishing.
Then towards the end of the school year, I started getting increasingly more paranoid (this would be the likely start of my prodromal period).
I graduated soon after, and was never able to really capture that same momentum again.
I don’t. Neurotypicals seem broken to me. I don’t know why I would deliberately malfunction. (Speaking in terms of being an Aspie.)
I’m the same as you–things started going south toward the end of college, but somehow I managed to finish anyway.
Yeah, I do wonder…
I would be wracked with guilt from the mandatory putting down of people who are different.
I was born neurotypical, I’m not autistic. I’d also argue that as my schizoaffective symptoms are impossible to see from an outside perspective, I still behave as I did before I got sick.
I don’t know. I kind of enjoy embracing my insanity.
Sometimes. Mostly I just think about not having sz and anxiety. Being better in that context. Being “My old self”.
I’ve never been normal on my best day. I’m lucky I was able to do so much socially and vocationally.