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Laura J. Wellner's avatar

My honesty always got me into trouble with family and friends, and especially with bosses who expected obedience from their subordinates (especially the last boss, who fiercely gaslighted me.) Usually, it was because I was always so quiet and observing, soaking it up and processing it, so when I did speak up, it would cause a "tizzy." I imagine they saw my truth-telling as a sign of disrespect, but it's the opposite. I respected them enough to tell them the truth and to be honest about my thoughts, especially if I felt they were missing a piece or more that would make a world of difference in whatever they were proposing. I have no regrets about being truthful, some appreciated it, and I sucked it up when they were offended and pissed off at me. It is what it is.

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His honesty was one of the things I loved about my autistic partner. It was a marvel to me that he'd still kept alive the will to stand up for truth and the right answers (especially in his clinical practice) because it was a set of beliefs I'd found the need to hide and minimize starting around age twelve. Rigid integrity and the desire to do a good job - even if it meant showing up your lazy coworkers, publicly correcting your boss, challenging doctors, refusing to indulge your friends - seemed like they needed to take second fiddle to social niceties in this world we all lived in.

I still know how to put my head down and get by, better than he ever did. But I also think the oodles of experience autistics tend to develop with rejection, by the time they reach adulthood, can serve them well when it comes to challenging wrong things. We develop a callousness towards it that lets us speak more freely than people who still fear others' scorn.

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