What is a Positive about your ASD

I can tell you what is positive about me- my patience, my resilience, my passion and my love- but I cannot seperate myself from my autism.  

Being autistic has had such a profound effect on all areas of my life that it is just a part of who I am, like being British or a certain age or being queer. 

It affects my relationships.  I find it harder to make friends, but the friendships I do have are strong and meaningful and supportive.  

It affects my communication- and though I find it hard to find words or get them out, I am a good listener and I accept and connect with people in unusual ways.

It affects my organisation.  My dressing table is an explosion of hair supplies and jewelry and fidget toys, but in my kitchen there is a place for everything and at work I have worked hard to get everything in labelled drawers.

It affects my senses.  Being in a busy, noisy environment drains my batteries very fast, but the sense of euphoria I get from seeing the Christmas lights or eating angel delight is amazing.

I am patient with others because I know how it feels to go unheard.

I am resilient because I have survived trauma from several directions. 

I have intense passion for the things I love.  I can think about stories every spare moment of the day, and those stories have provided warmth and comfort for a lot of people.  

Autism is like the ground that I walk on and the language I speak and the air that I breathe.

Autism is my home.

I love your reply, I absolutely agree with this point:

Glitter said:

Autism is like the ground that I walk on and the language I speak and the air that I breathe.

Autism is my home.

It’s brilliant, you have written about being autistic in a way that is beautifully true and poetic.

Being autistic is our natural way of being and you have conveyed in a way that I currently cannot. You have perfectly described how we have our own unique culture.

I'm utterly blown away by that comment. Thank you. 

But also evidence of how autistic passion can help develop skills.  I've been writing "obsessively" for several years now, and thinking about autism all the time. 

I've started writing my autistic novel- not sure if I'll ever get it properly published but I will get it out there somehow.  Maybe as a blog or something.

Another time that boy came to me opened a bag, looked behind him (checking if granma is there obviously ), and in confidence said: ''Look what I've got for granma''.

There was one family coming every other day. Grandmother, mother with son and daughter, during my last year there they were around 6-7y.o. Boy seeing me half way to the other end of an alley would start shouting hello, waving hand in hello as well, then making rounds with family they would eventually stumble upon me, and he'd start start telling me all news that happened since last time we saw each other.  including secrets, like what he asked from Santa. if I was at a till att I would just chat with kids, I don't remember ever talking to mom or granma. Except cashier's formulaic speech

You're right! When class resumed yesterday, I also got hugged by several of the other kids as well and one of them told me I was the best teacher.

And you made me think of a guy at our supermarket who I think is autistic and chats to our kids.  When I mentioned him at work a few other people said they knew him too with a smile.  And all of us knew him by name, which I think is unusual.

You're right! When class resumed yesterday, I also got hugged by several of the other kids as well and one of them told me I was the best teacher.

And you made me think of a guy at our supermarket who I think is autistic and chats to our kids.  When I mentioned him at work a few other people said they knew him too with a smile.  And all of us knew him by name, which I think is unusual.

Another time that boy came to me opened a bag, looked behind him (checking if granma is there obviously ), and in confidence said: ''Look what I've got for granma''.

There was one family coming every other day. Grandmother, mother with son and daughter, during my last year there they were around 6-7y.o. Boy seeing me half way to the other end of an alley would start shouting hello, waving hand in hello as well, then making rounds with family they would eventually stumble upon me, and he'd start start telling me all news that happened since last time we saw each other.  including secrets, like what he asked from Santa. if I was at a till att I would just chat with kids, I don't remember ever talking to mom or granma. Except cashier's formulaic speech