Tina J. Richardson Quotes

She enjoyed dark things, it was how she felt. People had pushed her there. She now enjoyed the quiet. She craves the night, the darkness where she is safe.

Why do I smile
and pretend
I am okay
when I`m
pissed off.
It`s like I`m
scared to hurt
their feelings
even though
they have hurt mine.

I think about so many things, my brain rarely shuts off. At night, my thoughts go over the day I had like replaying a movie. I try to make sense of what happened to the characters.
I'm the director, but can never reshow the edited film.

Music can enter my soul like none other. It can reach me and awaken my being

There is a lot more to Autism, to simply call it a disability.

If people could see my soul without judgement. See my image as a mirror, viewing my uniqueness as the gift it truly is.

She enjoyed her own company most of the time. She rarely felt the need to be around people.

Do not judge me because i am different to you, I do not judge you for being different to me.

She felt everything deeply,
soaking up the world like a sponge.
While slowly squeezing out her soul, leaving her drained.

I like to know what's happening to prepare myself. I make up scenarios in my mind about what may happen. This helps me cope.

I want you to understand I'm not lost in my own world, I'm just hiding from yours

Sometimes I don't have enough energy to be social. I need time alone to recover from the last time I went out.

She became an illusion of herself. It was easier to cope with people that way

I look in the mirror and see a person. This person puts on another person's face when she goes out. She uses other people's expressions and sayings. She is a mimic. She prefers to be who she is, tries her own person out gradually, testing the waters so to speak. She fails most of the time. But the more she does it the better she feels. No more hiding behind the mask. Accept me as I am

I'm happy being me, you will just have to get over it.

They were not brave enough to accept her as she came.
She made her own path where she found herself,
she followed it to her own people.

She may do things differently to you, but who says you are doing things right?

I am now a faded image of my former being,
I let that persona go.
I like myself for who I am and I choose to be, me.

I remember everything you forgot.

Sometimes I think I want to run away and disappear but what I really want is to be understood.

As a child with Autism, I experienced life my own way. I could sense colours/sounds/objects as beams of intense sensations.

She felt lost and misunderstood. She felt like she was drowning. Overwhelmed. Unaccepted. Alone.

Do not tell me what i should identify as. That is my choice not yours.

It's time to cure society, not autistic people.

I find some things difficult to grasp. I need to be shown or taught a few different ways sometimes before I figure it out

I like being me, I don't mind that I have a diagnosis. I am who I was born to be. I love that I can be enthralled with things and want to learn all about something that interests me. Some days can be hard. People can be confusing for me to understand. I love time to indulge in my interests. It helps me to cope with a world that constantly changes

I'm not a puzzle!, life is a puzzle.

prosopagnosia is real.
If I meet you in
a different place than
I usually see you.
I won't recognise you.
I'm not rude, I have
face blindness.

I'm always on guard around most people. They do not realize how exhausting that is to keep up. That is why afterwards I really need my space.

When my anxiety is really bad, the fast beating of my heart makes my body feel like it rocks back and forth.

Before my diagnosis.
I used to be a collection of other people.
An Actress,
Now I'm finding out who I actually am.
It's been a journey, but I have made it.

Sometimes there are not the right words for my thoughts. Speech feels like it's not a natural way to communicate. This is when typing the words makes my thoughts come out easier.

I wish people could read my thoughts instead of having to put them into words.

Some days just being awake is too much input.

I don't have to look at your eyes to listen that's what
my ears are for.

YES, I look like everyone else.
NO! I'm not like everyone else.

Please don't obsess on the number of friends i have or don't have. I'll find my own way, it will be right for me.

All my life I've felt different to most. This has caused me anxiety and depression over the years. It took being diagnosed at age 36 to make my life finally make sense. I fit in somewhere now. I feel like I'm not a wrong neurotypical. I'm a complete autistic

My 'pieces' all fit and they are not missing. I'm not a puzzle to be solved. I'm not a mystery. I'm a WHOLE human.

Autism: I may not speak with my mouth. There are many ways to communicate. They are all valid.

Can you accept me, can you love me? Without conditions ? Can you nurture me, can you respect me? Without conditions ? Will you embrace me as my own unique autistic self?

Before my autism diagnosis I
knew I struggled with life but thought it was
my fault that I found everything
so hard to cope with. I told
myself I must
try harder
to be like
everyone else.
I felt like a failure because I couldn't be like everyone else. Now I know,
I give myself
credit even for the small things I manage everyday.
I know why
I find some things overwhelming.

When I cry it's not because of one thing, it's all the built up emotions that I've been trying to hold in for weeks

Her mind interprets the world differently. She feels and sees things with a unique perspective. This is what makes her so magnificent.

Everyday feels the same and yet I crave sameness.
Part of me wants to run away and be free.
I feel trapped in my life I've created to protect myself.

Autistic adults were once autistic kids. We grow up and need acceptance and understanding as well.

I'm not a hero for living autistic. I'm a person just like you. Just living my life.

Stop assuming I don't have any emotions. My inner thoughts might not be easily seen on my face. I do think and feel.

Do not compare yourself with others. Its our uniqueness that makes us who we are.

Communicating is the biggest thing I struggle with. People either totally misunderstand what I am saying or just don't get it. It's tiring trying to explain what you want to say over and over. Even when I rephrase it, I still find it's not how it is in my head.

I am a whole person. I'm not a neurotypical person with an 'autism' part. I'm not a disabled neurotypical. I am a whole autisic person!.

Thinking differently means you can work out problems in an unusual way. Just because we may do things differently it does not mean it is wrong.

Social media helps me a lot. It also causes a lot of shutdowns

Protecting myself from the influx of painful stimuli, just give me space and I shall be okay.

I sometimes shock the people around me with how I see things. I come up with very unique solutions to things. As I can picture things in my mind and move them around to design and understand them.

I avoid the sparks in peoples eyes - it feels like it eats into my soul

She had not been herself for weeks, yet no one noticed. She knew this feeling, it creeps up like sliding slowly into the darkness. Some days she clung on, other days she let herself slip further.

Conversations sometimes are so hard to follow.
People are so confusing with the wrong facial
expressions for their words.

Autistic people view the world in a different light, in ways many could never imagine.

As a child she was unique, she was a dreamer, she lived in her own world. Where it was safe.

Why do non autistic people have interests/hobbies. But, autistic people have obsessions?

She has walked a sombre path.
Retreating to her cocoon,
during the darkest hours.
Her body going through,
the motions of life automatically.

But being there was where she
found herself.

She emerged,
Shedding her disguise,
Now her true form.
She knows who she is,
She embraces her true self.
She is free.

I carry all the thoughts and feelings Ive ever had. Conversations, smells tastes and visions. Yet you. Wonder why I am always so tired?!?

Being autistic makes me hyper sense things in the world.
Music can intensely enter my soul piercing my inner workings like a light pulsing through me. it can be such an amazing experience

I look past your eyes so I can comprehend your words.

no one can know how another person 'senses' the world. We just have to respect the person as they are. Accept their unique way of being. Embrace them for who they are not what you think they should be.

Being autistic is not everything about me. Try not to define me by my diagnosis.

In the mirror the brow furrowed in confusion, this was not her soul that she saw in the reflection. The eyes filled with tears of anguish. The face aches with despair.
Then the being retreats to her solitude, deliciously succumbing to the dissociation

I'm not a neurotypical person with an autism add on. I am autistic.

I might not say much but I'm a watcher
and a thinker.

I'm an autistic girl. I have many years to grow. I'm going to rock my life. Just watch me shine

Autism is what makes me, me. You can't 'cure' Autism out of me. It's intertwined into how I perceive the world

Before her diagnosis, sometimes she felt like an outcast. Someone from a different world that spoke a different language. Now she knows she is an aspie. She fits in! With others just like her! It's okay to be an aspie. It's just who she is.

She was the girl growing up that other girls stared at, making her feel different and inadequate.

She was the woman that stared at them, she made them feel inadequate, as she could be her own true self. Free from the social conformity, that imprisons them.

They were now jealous.

Being autistic doesn't make me any less human. It just makes me who I am. Just like you are.

I'll always be there for you.
I promise to protect and nurture you.
Hopefully one day soon, true Autism acceptance will be
something that just is.

For many people virtual friends are as important as physical friends

Not everyone will understand me. That's okay. I barely understand myself.

I'm tired of speaking and no one understands what I say.

My fear is if i lower my mask will people accept me?

I don't know
what I'm feeling. Existing like I'm on auto pilot.
I've put my Armour on now. Limiting everything getting
in but also not letting anything out.

Autism is not something I "have" it's not an add on. This is why I call myself autistic. Not person "with" autism.

I'm not ignoring you, I just can't look at your eyes anymore.

Some things just feel so intense. I'm not
over reacting. My sensory processing
is unique to me.