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What do you need to live a good life as an autistic person?

Special interests!

My days are good when I have something to obsess over. Could be a TV show, videogame, some sort of project around the house - just anything I can look forward to doing. I've learned to accept the slump that comes when I've burned out or completed whatever it was that I was hooked on, give myself a couple days to grieve, then start looking for the next thing to fixate on.

To be clear this isn't something that's an addiction. I may go days without finding the time to partake but I think about it even when I'm not doing it.

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How do I get my longtime friend, who was recently diagnosed with autism, to stop acting like they have Downs Syndrome?

I'm autistic for reference. It's a thing for people to "become more autistic" after their diagnosis. There are a bunch of different reasons for this but I think a lot of it is feeling like you don't have to mask anymore, which is great, but there's a period of not really knowing who you are or how you want to present yourself anymore. Most of us eventually find a balance between our true selves and our masked selves. Autistic or not there are things we all need to do to be a part of a functioning society and we can't just do, act, or say whatever we want.

I don't know how you should handle your friend but they're obviously going through some sort of identity crisis. You said yourself you think the diagnosis is accurate so it's not like they're making things up. I'm sure they'll figure things it out in time. You're allowed to have your own needs and boundaries though so do what you need to do while they figure it out. Maybe just make sure they understand you're not abandoning them.

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What was the scariest “We need to leave… now” gut feeling that you’ve ever experienced?

I was young and had just moved to a decent sized midwest city by myself. I didn't know anyone so spent a lot of my time exploring by myself. There was a large park in a quiet area of town where it wasn't unusual to be the only person around. I was sitting at the end of a very large rose garden when I noticed a tall skinny guy in a dirty wife beater and jeans standing on the outside of the garden with his dog. Something big like a Rottweiler or pitbull I don't remember exactly. I just remember being super freaked out because he was just standing there looking directly at me.

I got up and started walking back to my car but he started walking parallel to me matching my pace. When I walked faster he did too. I got my phone and keys out and just kept walking as confidently as I could. I was parked a couple minutes away and over time his pace did slow slightly as mine got faster but I knew he was still behind me. I had a habit of unlocking my car several times with the keyfob because the car beep was satisfying. After I did so the white cargo type van parked next to me unlocked and beeped the exact same amount of times mine did.

At this point I as terrified. I backed out and raced out of the park without even looking behind me. I needed to pick up something from one of the neighborhood Walmarts on the way home so I stopped there and headed inside to calm down. The sun was still out and I'm a guy. I was young, short and slender but I still felt like that somehow protected me. I convinced myself I was being crazy and that guy just happened to be leaving the park when I did. I left the store and started walking to my car when I saw him. The white van was parked directly next to my car and he stood there at the back watching me. No dog this time. All I remember thinking is I had to get into my car because it was the only place I had any leverage. I slow motion got in, backed out, and headed back into a neighborhood where I knew I could zig zag my way around different blocks to try to lose him. I spent 10 minutes looking over my shoulder making random turns before I headed back to my apartment.

Never saw him again and to this day I still feel like I'm in a bit of denial about the whole thing. There were plenty of other cars in the parking lot. It was early evening. If he was trying to kidnap me it was a stupid place to do so. Perhaps he saw how scared I was at the park and just wanted to mess with me. Whatever the case I've never been so scared for my own life.