I’ve been struggling with self esteem lately. And by lately, I mean pretty much my whole life.
I’ve measured my value in various ways. By the jobs I’ve got. The pay rises and promotions I achieved. There was one notable year, when I was working in IT for a large financial institution, that I got the highest personal performance factor in the entire department. I was destined for good things.
And then I had another baby, and they refused to consider my proposal for flexible working and gave me voluntary redundancy instead.
Parenting is different to programming. There’s no rulebook, no guidelines, no chart to measure your accomplishments by. It makes me uneasy, and it gives me no easy way to measure my value, and my self-esteem plummets.
Society feeds back into this with the constant refrain that if you’re not working, and by that they mean employed, you are to be looked down on. And yet anyone who has raised a child will tell you that it’s definitely work. In fact, I can’t have been the only parent in employment to view a trip to the office as a break. (Yes, I’ve done part and full time working with children too.)
The autism diagnosis hasn’t exactly helped boost my self esteem. Disabled. Less than able. It’s a hard tag to get your head around, particularly when you’ve been a high flier in the past. It’s such a contract, to be looked at as someone potentially in need of support and assistance. The misconceptions around autism don’t help. I spoke to a GP the other day, and se asked whether not feeling emotions caused any problems.
Not feeling emotion? There have been times when that would have been a real boon. It would have been great to sail through three miscarriages without a blink. To lose my sister without any pain. Sadly, it’s not the case.
We autistic people do feel emotions. We do have empathy. We might not read your state of mind off your face, and I may have no clue from your body language whether I’m supposed to hug or shake hands, but we can and do feel for you. (Some of us are probably better at it than others. I haven’t met all autistic people, and I certainly don’t assume I can speak for them.)
What I don’t understand, what I’ll never understand, is why the people with the social impairments are the ones supposed to make the changes. Try a little harder. Go to a social group. Smile more. Chat.
It’s tiring. More than that. It’s exhausting. I can do it, and I suspect I look mainly normal. (I do sometimes get rather over enthusiastic, and a bit hyper.) I have the additional disability of being half deaf (I should wear a hearing aid but increased background noise is really difficult to deal with) and I supplement my hearing with lip reading, which means a large group, all talking at once is really difficult for me to follow. Throw in low lights and some background noise and I don’t stand a chance.
What is the point of this post? It’s simply to reiterate, that right now, I’m struggling. I’m struggling to put together a self image including self esteem and self worth that doesn’t base my value on external judgements according to work and profitability. I think that’s hard for everyone to be honest, but the autism diagnosis is adding to my difficulties. I have to realign myself.
Bear with me. I’ll get there.




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