From what I've read, it's common for people who are on the autism spectrum to express the feeling that they were born on the wrong planet. I can say that I experience that feeling. When I was young, I joked that I was literally an alien, saying that I arrived on Earth six centuries ago from the planet Tylius. This was my jocular way of expressing something I didn't understand. I wasn't diagnosed with autism until my late thirties. As a child, I knew I was different, but I didn't know why. Most of the people around me insisted that I wasn't different. They thought my problems were all behavioral. Some of the few people who noticed that there was something different about me assumed I was gay. They were kids, and that was the only kind of different they'd ever heard of.
I still feel like an alien. As I get older, the feeling gets worse. I pretend to be normal. The longer I pretend, the more obvious it is to me that I'm pretending. I have a persistent, convincing feeling that there's another world beyond this one, and maybe that's where I'm from. Maybe my spirit was switched with a human's at birth or something. Maybe this alternate wold has magic in it. Sometimes I feel like I could touch that other world or even enter it. Maybe the correct hand motions or the right mindset can make the other world accessible to me. What if I could get there? Would I go back to where I belong? All this hovers between fantasy and reality for me, and I'm only slightly concerned with or interested in its settling in either realm. Sometimes, staying in that gray in-between seems like the best way to live.
I still feel like an alien. As I get older, the feeling gets worse. I pretend to be normal. The longer I pretend, the more obvious it is to me that I'm pretending. I have a persistent, convincing feeling that there's another world beyond this one, and maybe that's where I'm from. Maybe my spirit was switched with a human's at birth or something. Maybe this alternate wold has magic in it. Sometimes I feel like I could touch that other world or even enter it. Maybe the correct hand motions or the right mindset can make the other world accessible to me. What if I could get there? Would I go back to where I belong? All this hovers between fantasy and reality for me, and I'm only slightly concerned with or interested in its settling in either realm. Sometimes, staying in that gray in-between seems like the best way to live.
I thought I was an alien before I was diagnosed with OCD and knew what it was. I was so relieved to learn many people had what I had.
ReplyDeleteKnowing others experience what I experience definite makes me feel somewhat less alone.
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