Let’s pretend, for a moment, that I have a broken leg. In fact, it broke in several places, and I have pins and rods, and I’m in a full leg cast. You see my cast, and you say, “What happened to your leg?!”
And I tell you a story about how I was, oh, say, putting Christmas lights up on the roof, and I fell off the roof and broke my leg really badly, and yada, yada.
Would it ever cross your mind to say, “Oh, everyone’s legs hurt sometimes. I think you can walk on it just fine. Come on, then, up you go, let’s get a move on.”
Another one. Say I’ve been having a really, really tough time lately. Not really sleeping, having trouble eating, really short-tempered. Again, you ask what’s wrong.
“I have anxiety so badly I can hardly function.”
Would you say, “Oh, everyone worries. I think you’re fine. Come on, let’s get back to work now.”
Only a jerk might, yeah?
So my question to you is this: Why do I have conversations such as follows day in and day out?
Person: Why don’t you xyz (sit still, make eye contact, sing with the group…)?
Me: Well, I’m autistic… it means that I have trouble with things like socializing and communicating. And so, things like xyz can be really hard for me.
Person: Oh, well, everyone is like that! You seem fine to me. Come on, let’s get back to the party and I’ll introduce you to so-and-so…