We are not burned out. We are burned alive . By jobs that want my mind but punish my truth. By people who say “be yourself” and flinch when I do. By a world that worships normal like a god and treats autistic like a disease. I see you. Grinding your teeth through meetings. Masking every instinct until your own reflection looks foreign. Playing the role just right so you don’t get fired, dumped, excluded, erased . I see you. Cracking jokes to make them comfortable. Pretending you didn’t notice the condescension. Choking on rage just to keep a seat at a table that was never built for you. We’ve tried it their way. We smiled when we wanted to scream. We adapted. We camouflaged. We faked being “just tired” when we were breaking apart. And what did it get us? Isolation. Misdiagnosis. Trauma wrapped in HR language. A lifetime of being “too much” for the very people who demanded our brilliance. I see you. Stimming in secret. Practicing your “phone voice.” Calculating how weird is...
Autism. ADHD. Writing my experiences.