A friend of mine compared being autistic to being intoxicated. It made me laugh. While it's less funny that autistics can be mistaken for drunks or addicts, it can be interesting to poke at the similarities. All in good fun, of course. Here is what I've gathered:
If you get offended easily, an aspie might not be right for you. I will just say it how it is. While most people have different social gears that they rotate between when they shift settings, my natural way of communicating is with one gear. I can imitate different social masks, but the older I get the less I care to wear them. When I was younger, my honesty was perceived as socially naive. Now, people tell me it's refreshing. Mind you, as straightforward as I am, I'll never be completely unfiltered. Some truths are better left unsaid. Like the time someone asked my opinion about a track they recorded and I told them very nicely that I didn't like it. It didn't go over so well. I probably should have lied but I still feel like I did the right thing.
When you walk into a living room, you only see the couch and chairs as seating areas. I see the whole room. I used to come home from my shifts some days completely exhausted to sit on the floor and lean against the wall. I had a sofa, but it wasn't the same as just melting and becoming one with the room. I was meeting my friend one day at her house but got there before her so I placed a bed sheet down on the grass. I passed out on her front lawn in broad daylight. My friend couldn't stop laughing when she found me because there was construction next door but it didn't stop me from reaching a deep slumber.
Poor motor skills.
Non-verbal autistics have described their bodies as not being cooperative with their minds. They know what they want to say or do, but there's a misfire when they try to follow through. This is why their behaviour may appear odd. I experience this to a lesser degree which is often referred to as dyspraxia. It affects my ability to perform movements in a smooth, coordinated way. This can make me appear erratic when I'm flustered or anxious.
This affects my ability to sense the relative position of neighbouring parts of my body and strength of effort being employed in movement. I used to not know how to walk in a way that appeared natural so my coping mechanism was to always lag slowly behind the other children. I rarely attempted or initiated conversations as a child because I couldn't put the motions nor the words together properly. The inability to "know one's body" may present as a sloppy posture, an awkward gait, or uncoordinated range of motion.
We should never judge a book by its cover. We never know what conditions people may have; some of us are drunk, some of us are born drunk.
[title idea from Marmara Lilith's fb status]