After almost 25 years of life, I can safely say my mom does not have the right perception of me. I aspire to be a playwright. Since I often end up accepting volunteer positions, my mom talks about me like I don’t have any concept of what a career is and just need something to do in the meantime. I actively socialize and maintain connections with others. I don’t struggle with change or prefer routine and familiarity. In fact, I’m hoping to go to grad school in New York City or Philadelphia which my parents are too horrified to even talk about.
I’ve been out with a guy three times (and I think we’re going out again this weekend). I do not know if we’re just friends or we’re dating. He is presumably neurotypical (although not the most socially adept person ever). My mom gets extremely worried about my outfit every time I see him and tells me not to get in his car. I’ve never dated anyone before, so I can’t say how many dates it will take to make her stop worrying, to see an autistic woman can be loved like anyone else.
I wish there were some magic words I could say.
Woman Risen 