I know this is frequently what goes through my friends’ heads: “Wah wah wah… you talk about autism/anxiety/OCD/depression too much!”
But hey, it’s totally okay for everyone else to be self-deprecating at my expense. Nah, it’s cool. You go ahead and exploit my daily reality, some of which I struggle – hard – with just to get by. I’ll just sit here, rolling my eyes, twiddling my thumbs.
And yup, I tend to be self-deprecating about my own neurodiversity, because it’s easier to laugh about my quirks and differences, knowing the truth, than be made to feel inferior. Doesn’t mean you get to say, “OMG I am so OCD about that!”, though, when you have no idea what it’s really like to have OCD and how maddening it can be at times. I have to employ diversionary tactics, acquired during years of therapy and medication. And even then, doesn’t always work. But you wouldn’t know anything about that, because OCD is so quirky and simple, right? 😀