Internalised ableism meets autistic burnout

Neurotypical expectations tend to come at all of us from every imaginable angle when we are autistic but, when we also internalise them and bounce them back at ourselves from the inside, the effect can be toxic because there is literally no getting away from that ableist voice now; its there night and day. Until I am prepared to notice that the voice saying these things is not mine and stand up to it, and to anyone else having unrealistic expectations of me given my autistic take on certain situations that bother me more than they can imagine, I risk repeatedly throwing myself back into a burnout status because I will never allow myself to fully recover. Every time anything that looks like a “normal” or so called “reasonable” expectation comes my way, I will simply roll over and surrender to whatever is expected of me, abandoning my desperate need to stop doing these things or putting myself in the way of highly stimulating and demanding situations and exposures in the name of trying not to rock the boat or stand out as different.

Sensory burnout…and learning how to curate your particular version of autistic joy as a way out of it

Autistic joy comes in some unusual packages but I think we all get to know what our personal ones are when we pay attention so it's just a case of owning up to them and curating them into our days, even more so when we particularly need them. When we burn out, it becomes even more important that we draw on our arsenal of sensory stims and other tools to help reboot our nervous system, which will take as long as it takes...our bodies won't accept any shortcuts or short rations, perhaps even more so as we get older. Giving permission to ourselves to indulge in these things is where true autistic self-care starts and our best autistic life takes shape, no matter how "old" we are when we first realise this.

Adult ADHD challenge: When you know you need to stop everything for while…but its a real struggle to do so

As someone with ADHD I can never completely stop or relax. I end up laughing at myself for my lack of ability to sustain even the most inviting moments of peace and inactivity for very long but I am also mortified. Almost as soon as I have clocked the perfection of such a moment, like taking a minds-eye photograph of it, I am already prepared to dismantle it and move on to the next thing. Its as though I am designed to blow-up such moments of completion, some part of me utterly compelled to drop the pebble in the smooth pond, like I just cant help myself!