Warning – rage ahead

For all the women who think that they are aliens in this world, I see you.

For all the girls who think they are worthless because they can’t write an essay at school, I see you.

For all the undiagnosed autistic women and girls, I see you. I was you. And I rage and grieve for you.

Yes, we didn’t know then what we know now. Except Temple Grandin was diagnosed when she was 3 years old in 1950. Her mother fought to keep Temple out of an institution.

Which makes me wonder how many women with undiagnosed autism were lobotomised in the 1930s to make them more biddable? We’ll never know.

How many girls and women are misdiagnosed with schizophrenia, when in fact they are undiagnosed autistic?

How many girls and women are misdiagnosed with bipolar disorder, when in fact they are undiagnosed autistic?

How many girls and women are misdiagnosed with borderline personality disorder, when in fact they ate undiagnosed autistic?

How many girls are handicapped by their parents who refuse to get their daughter assessed for autism?

How many  girls are handicapped by their parents who refuse to tell their daughter that she is autistic?

How many women are preyed upon because they are undiagnosed autistic and have no defence against manipulative people?

How many women? When will this disparity end?

What could have been, if it was recognised that there is a female autism phenotype in the 1950s? What could my life have been like, if I had been diagnosed at 3 years of age, like Temple Grandin? What if I had been given support? What might have been changed? I’ll never know.

But when I see these undiagnoses, misdiagnoses, and secret diagnoses, I wonder – what have we learned in the last 70 years about women’s health? Why is there still a predilection to diagnose us all with anxiety, or hormonal issues when we seek medical help? Why are we diagnosed with major illnesses 4 years later than men, on average?

Why is half of the population so ignored, maligned, and disadvantaged? Why do we keep carrying the same mistakes forward from generation to generation?

Yes, I have rage. And I have grief, for all the girls, all the women, who don’t get the support they need.

I have rage for the  psychiatrist who attempted to dissuade me from seeking an autism assessment “because it will be an unremovable label for the rest of your life.”

Autism already is for life. It doesn’t go away. Label or not, I’m autistic. As are all the undiagnosed and misdiagnosed women and girls out there.

I see you. I hear you. I know you.