When you tell someone that your child is having an autistic burnout…

And they say, “everyone gets burned out.”

Actually, PERSON, autistic burnout is different. And it’s fucking real. And you can google it for yourself. And if you did, you would see that the symptoms aren’t the same as regular burnout. And it’s pretty fucking serious, even life-threatening.

And I don’t want to fucking explain that to you because my own nervous system is blown by watching my kid suffer.

And I’m playing catch-up because she was misdiagnosed and has been masking for so long…we are building the plane while we are flying it. And I have guilt around that.

And no, asshole, “Everyone isn’t a little autistic.” And that’s what people say when they can’t or won’t be bothered with higher level thinking skills. Cool, you don’t need to think, but just keep your fucking mouth shut.

And I’m so tired.

I’m so so tired. And worried.

How will she do in college? How will I help her? Who will take care of her? Who will know her heart when she’s so hard on herself? Disassociated? Having a panic attack? Who will help her breathe? Find her body?

I KNOW THERE ARE WAYS TO TEACH HER THESE THINGS, BUT MY MOTHER HEART DOESN’T WANT TO FUCKING HEAR THAT.

I want guarantees and ease and for the love of god, I want people to not say stupid shit.

That’s all.