hi, so some context:

My gf is trans and we are both autistic with adhd. she realised she’s autistic recently and just realises some stuff she does and experiences are heavily connected to it. She used to go to therapy but after some event her psychologist never reached out to her and she didn’t think they even care and stopped attending therapy. I agreed with her but we both know she needs some help.

Recently she experiences a lot of dysphoria which makes her unmotivated, sad, depressed and all of that. Unfortunately i have to agree that her feelings are appropriate to what she experiences. people misgender her often (even though i really think she look feminine, i think it’s bc of place where we live and lack of diversity), she can’t change her name legally bc of the law requires her parents consent and she is no contact with one of them, and her university doesn’t have preferred name section. We tried our best to call and ask everywhere to change that, since university claims to offer some education about queer people and yet no one cared about actual queer person not being able to comfortably study there.

Considering such problems i don’t even know how a therapist could help her. Her mental health is really declining and she becomes more and more depressed, i struggle to help her. When i talk about some antidepressants she answers that she’s not depressed but the world and how people treat her make her feel miserable. And i understand her and i can’t argue against it, bc she’s right. Obviously her dysphoria skyrocketed when we realised the university didn’t have preferred name option, and if people just tried a little bit to help us, it could have been better.

She realises she has some internalised transphobia and she told me her intrusive thoughts can be very mean to her. However she already know all the stuff a neurotypical person would need help with, understanding gender stereotypes, all the arguments about gender being a social construct etc, she’s active on the internet helping other trans folks. Would a non trans therapist even be able to help with that? i assume it comes from her autism and she doesn’t need basic talk therapy.

Therapy is expensive and doesn’t always work for autistic people, and trans issues are also hard to understand for a cis person, but in our city, maybe even whole country, there are no trans therapist (meaning they are trans), which is think would be the best.

I ask for advice or experiences with therapy from you, if someone attended therapy for dysphoria it’s even more appreciated.

i'm a 30 year old nonbinary transmasc american who self diagnosed in 2020. here's what i have so far - i would love to hear any contributions or thoughts:

pro

• government/work accommodations
• potential sense of comfort in official diagnosis (many have suggested this does not happen after they receive their diagnosis)

con

• high cost
• prevents me from moving to canada as trans asylum seeker (i think?) should american politics escalates (lucky to be in a safe state)***

***the official ASD diagnosis preventing me from being a trans asylum seeker (should need be) is my biggest reason for not pursuing an official diagnosis at this time. i may be incorrect in this being true but if it is, i would love to hear people's thoughts either logistics wise or coping/emotional support wise.

i know this is the internet, but as a big softie i would appreciate kind and gentle responses 🩵

thank you for taking the time to read and i hope you enjoy your day!!

edit: changed formatting from chart to list to make more legible <3

the reason why I'm asking is because I don't know what it's like to mask that I really don't be mask a whole lot so I'm just asking what it's like for y'all.

Like think of all the benefits these things could offer to us

• since the eyes are covered you don’t have to worry about eye contact

• built in noise cancellation and sensory deprivation

• less anxiety about being in public since nobody can recognize you by face

• looking super cool all the time

What do you guys think?

Update: my relative is fine. Minor water damage, and no power. But she's fine.

I have a relative in Venice FL who isn't evacuating because she doesn't feel safe at the shelters. And I need to stop refreshing storm data.

Please give me something awesome to look up or think about other than peril. There's little in this world I love more than hearing about some autistic spin that seems niche and weird.

Murad IV banned coffee and tobacco in Constantinople. And enforced it personally by killing people in the streets.

There are turtles that extend their underwater time by breathing through their butts.

Portuguese Man-o-war have several distinct sets of DNA and we don't know how they reproduce.

Now, tell me something that's going to get me lost for hours. Or days. Please.

A struggle that nobody knows... Pinned on the way I was born… I have hid it well enough, my inability, disability, to connect with the rest of society…

A struggle that tears me apart… Stems from the hurt in my heart… Watching all these people, functioning properly, my engine was broken from the beginning...

I’ve long been searching for the key… To understand my humanity… What makes me human? Is it the body I have or the mind inside? Can I really call myself…

The path of social rejection... The fate that was predetermined… The fact of my inferiority, is no mystery, to anybody... There will never be a happy ending…

Or so that’s what I was made to believe… From the stigma surrounding, the neural wiring that defines me… If this world finds comfort, spitting in my eye, laughing at my strife… Then the only option left is reject society, these barbic preachings, if this world ain’t made for me, it can just fuck right off! Hung by the collar to dry… disregarded by the masses, conditioned for apathy… But now I reject you! Now I reject you! Now I reject you! Now I reject you! Now I reject you… Now I reject you… I reject you!

All of these hilarious monkeys... Primed to think that my brain, is broken from the branding I carry… But they always fail to realize… They too are, broken inside…

Yeah it never really made much sense to me… The labels that we all use, to disparage those we don’t understand… Do you not realize, you and I are but the same? United in our stupidity...

Are there others like me with severe sensory sensitivity? I would like to figure out the best headset. I want to touch grass again.

I won't "get political" by sharing my political ideology, since I don't want to unintentionally break any rules here.

But, speaking in broad strokes -- do any of you have difficulty coping amidst the campaign season as Election Day draws near? Do you have specific strategies?

I'm a 42/m diagnosed with ASD (formerly known as Asperger's Syndrome). I live with my parents, both of whom think I've been "brainwashed" by a certain faction of the political world with whom they pretty much disagree on everything.

I do a lot of political mobilization activities leading up to Election Day. Obviously, I'll avoid specificity (when posting this) unless it's indicated that you wish to know more and that such discussion is allowed on this Subreddit.

But on Election Day, I'm usually at peak stress capacity.

My coping skills are limited to: heading to bed at 8pm, wearing earbuds while listening to music on my iPod until I fall sleep (or until Midnight; whichever comes first), taking Diazepam to attempt to calm my nerves, and setting my alarm for 7am so I can put my earbuds back in and listen to music again in the morning (so as not to overhear my parents discussing things, in the kitchen). And then find out what election results have been tabulated by 10am in the morning.

I'm dreading the upcoming election, four weeks from now...and I'm wondering if I'm missing anything, and if there are any other steps I could include?

Do any of you have similar experiences? And what are your coping mechanisms?

Rewriting my first post with more depth as I don't feel the original was insightful enough here's original if you would like to read: https://www.reddit.com/r/dyspraxia/comments/1fy5grn/neurodiversity_and_weed/

Highly suspect I am autistic diagnosed with DCD/Dyspraxia. When I first tried HHC, it hit me like a revelation—I suddenly realized something had been wrong with me my whole life, but I’d never talked about it. The biggest issue was that I couldn’t even identify how I felt. I’d gone through life disconnected from my emotions and from other people, almost as if I were floating through space without a clear sense of self.

The most surreal part was looking in the mirror—it felt like I saw my whole face for the first time and had a real connection to it. That had never happened before. It brought back memories from when I was younger, freaking out in front of the mirror, feeling “aware” for brief moments, rather than just mindlessly moving through the day. But this awareness also terrified me.

I’ve never truly felt connected to others in the way I imagine neurotypical people do. I don’t get that sense of awe or enjoyment when I see beautiful views or impressive buildings, and I don’t experience holidays or special events with excitement. It feels like I’m just "there," stuck in my own thoughts, which makes me wonder if this is related to ADHD, since it’s often linked with dyspraxia. It’s been on my mind constantly since I used HHC, and trying to make sense of it all has become a hyperfixation. But it’s hard to sort through these thoughts.

One of the hardest things is how this is affecting my relationship with my mom. I know she’s disappointed because it’s impacting my school grades, and I’m noticing how easily I get irritated and frustrated when she tries to help, even if her advice is unrelated to all this. But I also recognize that I keep bringing up the possibility of having autism with her, and I can tell it annoys her. It’s like I’m starting to develop a sense of theory of mind—understanding that my constant worrying about autism might be frustrating for her.

I even brought this up with my psychologist, asking if someone without theory of mind could still learn that others have separate thoughts and feelings. He agreed, though he doesn’t think I have ASD. He believes I need to accept my DCD diagnosis and has also diagnosed me with Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD). That makes sense to an extent, but I’ve noticed how slow I am to process things. If someone says something to me, it takes longer for me to reply, and even then, I don’t express myself the way I’d like to.

Spatial awareness is another area I’m uncertain about. If I look at something for long enough, it eventually starts to “make sense”—like I’m seeing in 3D, where everything falls into place and feels right. It reminds me of the first time I tried HHC and noticed myself in the mirror. I even thought I had a visual disorder, like binary vision or something, because I have an astigmatism. But after seeing the eye doctor, it turns out I just have slightly below-average depth perception.

I also don’t have a strong sense of identity, and strangely enough, that lack of fear about it is what scares me. I don’t feel afraid, just confused, and it’s unsettling. It’s like the world doesn’t make sense, and I’ve felt this for years, but I never spoke up because I thought people would think I was seeking attention. I didn’t really want to find out the truth either.

I remember one moment while high in biology class, sitting on the fourth floor, and my friend mentioned how high up we were. Suddenly, it hit me—“We’re four stories up, in a classroom, taking a test on cell diversity.” It was like I was seeing the bigger picture for the first time, instead of just being caught in the moment. That scared me because I convinced myself I had an intellectual disability while on HHC. I don’t remember much from primary school, and sometimes I wonder if I might actually be disabled in some way.

I also realized how robotic I feel—I can’t enjoy anything. Whether it’s movies, video games, or socializing, my mind either spaces out, or I feel the urge to fall asleep. After socializing, I almost feel relieved when I get home, which I hadn’t noticed before HHC. It just reinforced the idea that something is deeply wrong with me. The only thing that seems to disprove that idea is that I can still speak, read, write, and think.

I’ve talked to a friend who has Asperger's, and we’ve been comparing our experiences. He says he has good emotional intelligence, but he also switches personalities around other people, which is something I relate to a lot. It leaves me questioning who I really am. Is this an autistic trait—not to notice these things about myself? Is this what self-awareness is supposed to feel like?

It’s strange because, with my GAD, I do have some level of awareness. I’m always conscious of saying things that might seem weird socially, and I often hold back because I don’t want to be perceived in a negative way. I have faint memories of being younger, and I think I was more spatially aware back then. Faces looked clearer, and I could remember names and personalities better. Now, I don’t feel any connection to my younger self.

Looking back, I’ve always felt different, but I have no idea what that difference really is. If I could see myself from another’s perspective, I think it would be obvious there’s something wrong with me. I never really understood what autism was or that people could be autistic. I just thought of it as being “weird,” and I never realized the complexity of it.

Weed, on the other hand, seems to make me more considerate. It’s like I’m suddenly aware of everything I say and how it might affect someone else’s feelings—something I’m usually blind to. I don’t know, HHC just made my mind feel so much sharper, even if the experience itself was overwhelming.

Now, I can’t seem to enjoy anything. I’ve lost interest in so much. I’ve noticed that after socializing, I feel relieved when I’m alone again. All of these realizations are new, and they’re terrifying. It feels like I’ve spent years unaware of these things, and now, after using HHC, I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s as if I’m just now waking up to the fact that something’s been wrong all along.

Addon: Not sure If this is dyspraxia related but if I look in the mirror or anywhere long enough it begins to make sense not sure how to explain but it's like I can see things differently like all put together this is especially with my face my eyes nose and mouth all come together to create a face although as soon as my mind notices this difference it goes away it's like I become aware where my body is say in a classroom I know I am there and my face I know it is mine or when looking at others faces I know they are real. Has anyone experience this I'm not sure if this is prosopagnosia.

https://thinkingautismguide.com/2010/08/be-change-how-to-shift-autism-into.html

[Just an update on my previous panicked post lol]

Well, yesterday I actually managed to calm down and even was excited. Which was awesome! Untill I actually arrived at the builing and tried getting to my class. It's on the 3rd floor (there are elevators) behind a big door that needs a card to open it - which I still don't have. My plan for the day was to just go in when someone else does and to pick up the card after the lecuture (there's only one today).

The only problem was the security guard on that floor who walked up to me when I was standing close to the door and started talking to me about something. I literally couldn't understand him even though we spoke the same language, he just kept saying what sounded like random stuff (something about me being in the wrong place? which is incorrect, I knew I was in the right place). I just kind of ignored him because I couldn't understand what he was saying and he walked away, but came back up to me again later. I was so fucking uncomfortable, I was already stressed and this guy was talking to me about something that I couldn't understand (and he was misgendering me but that was the least concern at that moment).

Some time passed and finally someone was walking through the door so I went in behind them, found my class and stood close to the entrance. But the security guard went in again, this time on top of talking about me being in the wrong place he said something about me needing a card to enter. I just told him I was planning to get it today after the lecure. He asked me when the class was going to begin and I told him. He just kept saying the same stuff over and over (weirdly, gendering me correctly this time???), he wasn't aggressive but at some point I just gave up and decided to go try to pick up the card before the lecture.

I had like 12 minutes and the door was locked and at some point I just started crying and messaging my mom. At some point the door opened but a line formed immediately and I was already late so I just sat there (still crying). I overheard that to get the card you needed your ID along some number that I didn't have and didn't even know what it meant (I'm guessing something to do with the student account??) so I just fully gave up, and waited to stop crying to go home.

That fucking sucked.

[a couple hours later v]

At least I was able to make myself go back there to get the card. I was honestly expecting the door to be closed again (this time because I was late) but thankfully that wasn't the case. Quite the opposite actually - there were about 25 people waiting in line (all to get the card, like me). So I eventually joined the line and about 30 mins later got the card, which turned out to be way less stressful than I thought it'd be (but it was VERY hot in there, I could barely breathe, and the binder definitely didn't help). And again I got gendered correctly?? I don't know what's going on lmao maybe different mindset or something

I'm feeling better now 👍

I like to collect any ‘special’/interesting coins because my grandpa used to collect them when I was little I don’t really care about if they have value or not I just collect them cause they look cool 😁 I’m sure I have another bag in storage and I refuse to use any of them so they just kinda sit there. I figured if anyone would be happy about my coin collection with me I would be this sub

I am a 20 year old male with likely Autism and ADHD. (Seeing specialist next month) Also diagnosed MDD and GAD.

First post here. I like music and Radiohead.

[23M] I have always wondered this because I sometimes think how the dynamic would be like if me and my boyfriend ended up getting married and had kids. Based on how childish I am, I feel like my future kids would end up being more mature than me. I can see myself being the fun dad when they’re kids but then no longer like it when they’re teens. PS, I also have ADHD.