Contemplating Constant Rejection and Examining the Pain
I couldn’t sleep last night. Though I tried to close my eyes, I couldn’t stop my brain from processing the negativity I’ve felt in more than fifty years of life. I did everything I could to close the floodgates, from meditation to relaxation techniques to trying to focus on other things, but nothing would make the thoughts go away. The thoughts started out in my younger years and worked their way up to the past few days.
I grew up in suburban Orange County, CA as part of a nuclear family; the oldest of two boys three years and three days apart.
My parents were married for forty-six years before my dad passed away from colon cancer seventeen years ago and we had a white cockapoo named Snowball. It all sounds pretty normal, and on the surface, it is, but there’s always more to the story that what first appears.
Self-Esteem has never been my friend. I’ve tried to make friends with it and for short periods of time I’ve managed to feel good about aspects of my life, but big picture? It’s been in the toilet for as long as I can remember.
I don’t have a lot of memories from my childhood and what I do remember isn’t the most awesome. It wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t great. The rejection I experienced was almost all verbal abuse and being told that I was stupid, lazy, weird and that I wouldn’t achieve my potential. These are things I heard not once, but multiple times, from authority figures in all aspects of my life. It hurt then and it hurts now.
I was talking with my psychologist about this earlier today and he pointed out that things from our childhood often stick with us more than our adult experiences and that the rejection and trauma we experience in our early years can have a significant impact on our adult lives. He’s right about that.
Keep in mind that I grew up in a time before autism was diagnosed in kids, as I’m sure many of you reading this also did. We didn’t know that we were on the spectrum, we just thought that we were weird, strange, odd or different. No matter what word you use, the pain of feeling rejected for being who you were/are and not being able to do anything about it is real and can be intense.
I’ve experienced a significant amount of rejection as an adult from family, co-workers, employers, friends, significant others and from various people in my life. There’s pain from those experiences as well and the buildup of that along with the childhood trauma from rejection has led to low self-esteem, days when I feel beyond depressed and left me, at times, wondering what’s wrong with me.
There’s nothing wrong with me and there’s nothing wrong with any of us who have experienced similar things.
Recently I posted something on Twitter about rejection and the pain associated with it. I was surprised at the response I received. Numerous people chimed in about the rejection they had experienced in their lives and how it had hurt them and still does. While it was nice to know I’m not alone in feeling hurt by rejection, it’s tough to realize just how many of my fellow adults on the spectrum experience the same thing I do.
From family to friendships, relationships and work problems, rejection is everywhere. The stories are intense and they’re painful.
Some said they would rather be alone than spend time around people simply because they don’t “act” autistic enough to neurotypicals (NT) when struggling with things in their day to day life. This causes them to spend most of their time alone because they would rather be lonely than feel rejected by the people in their life.
Others, like me, have lost long-term friendships because one day one of our autistic traits comes out, the friend(s) get disappointed in you and they bail. It’s not as if they have never disappointed us in any way, right?
Many struggle to find romantic relationships with neurotypicals because the NT can’t look past our quirks to see who we really are inside. Making a first impression with someone you’re interested in romantically can be challenging and stressful because we’re trying to be ourselves, but we’re also trying to be what the other person expects us to be.
Many won’t give an adult with autism a chance to show who they really are because all they see is the superficial. If you are lucky enough to get past a first date and actually get a second date or somehow start a relationship with someone not on the spectrum, you can feel constant pressure to not screw things up.
Often, you’ll feel like everything negative that happens in the relationship is your fault and you think the neurotypical will see it that way. My experience with dating women off the spectrum is that’s a correct assumption and that its only a matter of time before you get rejected simply for being your authentic, autistic self.
Too often we look inward to see what we did wrong because we just assume that its our fault. After all, we’re the one who is different, right? Therefore, it must be our fault.
We are who we are and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with us. We’re autistic adults, but first and foremost, we’re people, just like everyone else. Our brains may be wired differently, and we may act and react in ways that those not on the spectrum can’t understand, but that doesn’t mean that there’s anything wrong with us.
According to Dictionary.com, Neurodiversity is defined as “the range of differences in individual brain function and behavioral traits, regarded as part of normal variation in the human population (used especially in the context of autistic spectrum disorders).”
The reality is that everyone experiences rejection, no matter the makeup of their brain. Rejection is universal and it hurts, no matter who you are.
Until the neurotypical population, those with neurologically typical brains, can see the autism community for who we are and learn to accept us, we will always have to deal with a certain amount of rejection for being who we are. That sucks, but it’s our current reality.
What we need more than autism awareness is autism acceptance and once we can achieve that (probably not in our lifetime), only then will some of our rejection simply for being autistic, go away.