Running With Scissors.(Formerly HippoRastaPotamus)
Tuesday, March 31, 2026
Crack-ass Motherf*cker.


Monday, March 30, 2026
Autism Gets Real.
Mild autism doesn't exist. I would know.
I was diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome (back when that was the diagnosis) at age 12. I suspect that had I not been doing high school level schoolwork and homeschooled at the time (as well as having been reading on a college level since elementary school) the diagnosis would have been different, as I am now recognized as Level 2 autistic in many of my support needs. I am unable to live alone, work a traditional job, or manage many of my daily needs.
I can mask well enough to appear “normal” for short periods of time such as shopping or going to doctor appointments. I then go mute for the entire ride home and need hours of low sensory impact to recover from going to an appointment or running errands. I have been told I am overly blunt, naive, and somehow simultaneously a genius and an idiot. I fit the classic “idiot savant” autism archetype in many ways. I can do quadratic equations in my head and know how to write numbers in binary, but also can't tell left from right a lot of the time and can't read an analog clock.
So, if you go by the psychiatrist who assessed me, I'm “mildly autistic”. If you go by the fact that I have the same support needs now as at twelve years old, I'm level 2. If my IQ wasn't 150, my genuine impairment in everything other than logical reasoning would have been blatantly obvious. Instead I had a mental breakdown after one semester of university that I now recognize as autistic burnout, and dropped out before I was a legal adult with a GPA of 1.8 After being admitted to the Honors College due to my test scores. And being repeatedly told by everyone my entire childhood that I was going to thrive in college due to my intelligence.
The truth is, most people who seem “mildly autistic” are just really good at masking. They learn early on that people instinctively find them off-putting and hide everything about themselves that causes that reaction, usually for decades until they can't maintain it anymore and experience burnout. My burnout just happened as soon as I had any level of independence thrust upon me at all and the true extent of my disability became clear once school became more than just knowledge acquisition and standardized tests and writing essays. Once I was responsible for managing my own schedule, advocating for my own needs, and there was no IEP or monitor teacher to help me with any of it.
My parents realized I needed to be taught how to be human after I completely failed at higher education so I took classes for disabled people on how to live independently and interact in the world. My parents had guardianship of me until I was 20 years old when it was determined I was able to look after my own health and finances, but I've never been able to live by myself. I live with my partner now, but I lived with my parents until I was 28.
My cousin has a son who is autistic. He didn't speak until he was four years old. I suspect by the time he is a teenager he will present as “mildly autistic”. Since he was diagnosed when he was nonspeaking, he gets the support I never got as a hyperlexic “genius”. An eidetic memory, endless masking, and a high IQ aren't as indicative of an autistic person's capacity for traditional “success” as recognizing their autism as an actual disability not a superpower.
Irani.

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